i feel like a lovesick sixteen year old again, checking my phone and email obsessively. it’s kind of distracting. i’m guessing/hoping the decision-making process is taking longer than expected (they told me i would know by early this week); it doesn’t seem like them to interview and then not contact afterwards, despite the result of their decision. i’d be fine/sad for only a little while if i didn’t get the fellowship— there’s a lot to be excited for still, like the paper, another fellowship program at hopkins i’ll be applying to shortly, and several jobs apps out in seattle. but if i did get it, well, oh snap.
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YES.
My lab experiments have somehow communicated to their wild brethren that they should invade my house: counted twenty two fruit flies while washing the dishes. Slapped one down into the sink, looked at it, established it was female, then sent her down the drain. You are welcome in lab, but not my home.
NCI phone interview tomorrow, i iz scrrrd.
TOMORROW. I have so much reading to do, notes to write. #readprimarylitlikecray #stillgoingtosuitupformagicpowers
tomorrow, hydrochloric acid. Realized I should probably stop wearing my birkenstocks to lab, so I nabbed some sweet onitsukas I’d been eying for a while. Yay!
WHEN I GET THE NICEST CHAIR IN LAB
aka When I get the entire lab to me, myself, and my obnoxiously loud rap music that somehow helps me focus
also, this feeling is very similar to
WHEN I GET AN INTERVIEW FOR A RESEARCH FELLOWSHIP AT THE NCI WHAT WHAAAAATTTTT.
talk to me in a week or two right before the interview and it’ll be a whole other story. but, much like Andy in last night’s episode of the Office, LET ME HAVE MY DELICIOUS MOMENT.
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YES.
