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What Do I Want To Do When I Grow Up? Wait… I AM Grown Up.

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A few of my friends are leaving/have left the research field to be airstewards/airstewardesses. I was amazed at how easily they could turn their backs to years of schooling, training and working, just like that. When I ask myself, could I do the same thing? The answer would be NO! A colleague asked, what do I see myself doing in five years and I said, still working in the lab because I can’t see myself doing anyone else.

I love what I’m doing. I love being in the lab, doing lab work. Even though there are days that I hate every single moment of it but the good days, the ones where everything goes as planned, makes everything worthwhile.

To make sure that I stay in this field and not stagnate, I need to get a higher degree. I know I’ve been saying this for years but plans are finally being formed. More research regarding what I’m planning to do, will be needed. I don’t want to be a test tube washer all my life, so I have to do something right?

What is it about Iron Maiden that makes the brain juice flow? I’ve had the band on repeat these past two days and I’ve been getting some good stuff, or what I think are good stuff, for the NaNo Novel. I think I’m going to have Iron Maiden as my writing soundtrack this year. I just hope that this year, the characters don’t decide to abandon all sense of plot and just start copulating every where and every time. I just need to do my basic research on my characters and I should be all set to write. At least I hope so.

Anyway, as promised, pictures and what dinner was like can be found at the food blog. On top of that, out of the seven of us, three ended up with an upset tummy after dinner. Great huh?

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One thought on “What Do I Want To Do When I Grow Up? Wait… I AM Grown Up.

  1. That doesn’t sound like it was too much fun, AND you ended up with upset tummies… Blah. This is why I only go places that people reccomend. I’ve had one to many post dinner ‘I feel gross’ moments.