*dons dunce cap*

I just spilled a nearly full mug of water all over my desk, papers and keyboard.

Murphy unavailable for comment.









*sigh*
Earlier today I turned in the application for a Training in Parasitism Post-Doc Grant. If I get it, and/or if Evan-the-Grad-Student gets the one he applied for, I will have a place in TY's lab.

If not. . .
There's a position opening for a postdoc in Bozeman, Montana.
Montana?
Eeks.

If not. . . I just don't know.

My keyboard doesn't seem to mind the soaking. So that's good, at least.

Update: I just took a couple of documents over to JD, the administrator of the training grant. It was good for me to introduce myself and put a face (and my gracious manners) on my application. He tells me they should have the decisions on the awards within a week, and that there are 3-4 other postdoc entries. There are 2 postdoc positions on this grant, according to my innerweb poking.

A 50/50 chance.

Now my mind is filled with all sorts of pessimisms. I'm too new, they'll give preference to a postdoc who's been here longer - or to one who's staying in the same lab they were hired into. They're going to be tired of having to rescue Thing1's disenfranchised folks and won't want to rescue one more. They'll figure I'm new enough here that it will be easy to pack up and leave. . . and further negative devolutions of logic.

Must think positive thoughts.