I am working on my application for professor jobs this weekend. I was pretty productive Friday, and for a solid part of yesterday morning. Today my heart is just not in it. Witness my current cover letter draft:
– I am so great. No really. Ask my friends. You’ll find them under ‘references’.
– You should hire me.
– I love Canada, your frigid gorgeous country, I will not run away from your bitter winters despite my conditioning here in the sunniest city on earth
– I am excited by the opportunities available in your school/department, and see strong potential for collaborations with existing research programs even though I have never met any of you and you all might be jerks
I think it’s a winner.
In other news, you should all go see Guardians of the Galaxy as fast as your little feets can take you, as it is a gem of a movie, and sheer delight. Even if you don’t like scifi, and if you DO, I can only emphasize again that it is a masterwork of hilarity and starships.
Lab book update: 9 dpo and rolling waves of nausea and the urps since yesterday. Which I was mildly irritated by and mildly excited by until Pea reminded me that I’ve complained of nausea around this point a few times before, moving me to not-at-all excited and generally quite disgruntled.
So I have (again) learned my lesson and will (again) try to stop symptom spotting for the nonce.