The good, the bad and the ugly
Jan. 25th, 2005 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronwynrhThe good: I just impressed the socks off of one of my PIs. He was all praise and gratefulness for my assistance with his manuscript.
The bad: Somebody (I'm guessing a fellow bus passenger) gave me a nasty bug a few days ago. Last night, this bug grew razors all over its teeny little self and went to town on my throat. I'm sipping Throat Coat tea, which doesn't seem to do much but scorch, besides the fact that it forces me to swallow.
The ugly: Nothing ugly today, unless you count some snot I heaved up, or the pallor of my face.
Still no word on whether or not the labs are moving to Seattle. Piss. Me. Off. On the upside, if I impress them and make myself indispensible, maybe they'll pay attention when I tell them to shit or get off the pot - or I'm going to throw all my postdoc dreams away and quit.
Not in so many words, of course.
I don't mind moving again. I really don't. What drives me nuts is the not knowing. What drives me even nutsier is the fact that there are people I care about who can't make a move in their own lives until they know what the flying fooey I'm going to be doing. Or more important, WHERE I'm going to be doing it. Needless to say, the stress on them is just as heavy as it is on me.
I hate the thought of it, but I'm pondering ultimatums. Help.
PS I'm sending happy peaceful thoughts out to Nadene and Ursula.
The bad: Somebody (I'm guessing a fellow bus passenger) gave me a nasty bug a few days ago. Last night, this bug grew razors all over its teeny little self and went to town on my throat. I'm sipping Throat Coat tea, which doesn't seem to do much but scorch, besides the fact that it forces me to swallow.
The ugly: Nothing ugly today, unless you count some snot I heaved up, or the pallor of my face.
Still no word on whether or not the labs are moving to Seattle. Piss. Me. Off. On the upside, if I impress them and make myself indispensible, maybe they'll pay attention when I tell them to shit or get off the pot - or I'm going to throw all my postdoc dreams away and quit.
Not in so many words, of course.
I don't mind moving again. I really don't. What drives me nuts is the not knowing. What drives me even nutsier is the fact that there are people I care about who can't make a move in their own lives until they know what the flying fooey I'm going to be doing. Or more important, WHERE I'm going to be doing it. Needless to say, the stress on them is just as heavy as it is on me.
I hate the thought of it, but I'm pondering ultimatums. Help.
PS I'm sending happy peaceful thoughts out to Nadene and Ursula.
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Throat Coat?
Date: January 25th, 2005 05:45 pm (UTC)hot tea, honey, lemon juice and rum with a cinnamon stick. You'll feel MUCH better. Can substitute hot cider for the tea but to me that is too sweet.
your alky aunt!
Get better.
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Date: January 25th, 2005 08:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 25th, 2005 10:19 pm (UTC)I think the move (if it happens) won't happen until late summer.
I heard today that PI #1 said "soon". We'll know "soon". Whatever the hell that means.
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Date: January 26th, 2005 01:50 pm (UTC)fyi: I did send one of my stories, (via email to you). Not saying this because you haven't responded, but because as we know, my life is on 'pause' right now. I did not want you to think I took your offer of editing lightly. I so appreciate the thought. And I do hope things get on track with you. I myself hate moving.
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Date: January 26th, 2005 03:51 pm (UTC)And I'm sorry you're not feeling well ... I hope it's not strep.