So, I'm a pretty literate person in general. And I've been in science for a long time. But I seem to be incapable of properly pronouncing the word centrifuge. I pronounce it Sen-Ter-Fyooj instead of Sen-Truh-Fyooj. It's the equialent of my radiation safety officer pronouncing nuclear as Noo-Kyuh-Ler instead of Noo-Clee-Er (which he did... repeatedly).
What are your embarassing professional foibles?
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Good One
This morning, Bean and I were enjoying our 20 minutes together, after she wakes up before I have to leave for work. We changed her diaper, got her fed, and then had a few minutes to play on the bed. As we're playing, I'm kissing her and we're laughing and smiling. I go in to kiss her little mouth, and *Blah*... she spits up all over my mouth. Luckily my mouth was completely closed, so I just got spit up on my face, but it was definitely pretty disgusting nonetheless.
Bean seemed quite proud of herself and gave me a big sloppy grin.
Bean seemed quite proud of herself and gave me a big sloppy grin.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Grown-up night out
Since my mother-in-law is currently in town, Husband and I got to go on a date last night. This makes the third time that we've been able to go out since Bean was born. Once to a party when Bean had fallen asleep and my mom was there to take care of her. Then last weekend for our wedding anniversary and my MIL was there. And last night.
Husband and I wanted to go see this documentary we had heard about on NPR called No End In Sight. It was an amazing piece on the Iraq war, focused basically on the failed reconstruction efforts, and how mistakes made by Bremmer, Cheney, and Rumsfeld contributed to/caused the insurgency in Iraq. It also spent a considerable amount of time discussing the current situation for Iraqi civilians. It was horrifying.
What was equally horrifying was that on a Saturday night, the 7:00 showing, there were only 9 people in the audience including us.
I spent the rest of the night thinking about how Iraqi mothers are raising their children in a land where they can not protect them from violence and fear. About how these women can not send their children to school because there are no schools. How these children can be abducted at gun point by brutal mafias who plan to extort money from their impoverished families.
I've never felt more vunerable or more lucky in my entire life.
Husband and I wanted to go see this documentary we had heard about on NPR called No End In Sight. It was an amazing piece on the Iraq war, focused basically on the failed reconstruction efforts, and how mistakes made by Bremmer, Cheney, and Rumsfeld contributed to/caused the insurgency in Iraq. It also spent a considerable amount of time discussing the current situation for Iraqi civilians. It was horrifying.
What was equally horrifying was that on a Saturday night, the 7:00 showing, there were only 9 people in the audience including us.
I spent the rest of the night thinking about how Iraqi mothers are raising their children in a land where they can not protect them from violence and fear. About how these women can not send their children to school because there are no schools. How these children can be abducted at gun point by brutal mafias who plan to extort money from their impoverished families.
I've never felt more vunerable or more lucky in my entire life.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Baby steps
This morning, Bean found her feet!
Laying on the changing table this morning, Bean was all coos and smiles (as usual). She curled up like a potato bug and caught one of her feet in what seemed like an accident. But then she repeated and repeated it, catching her little feet with her hands and drawing them into her chest. We put her "wrist rattle" around one of her ankles this morning before leaving her with grandma for the day. She should have a lot of fun with that.
It was all very exciting. Bean is growing and changing so fast, adding new little skills all the time. This mommy thing sure is fun.
Laying on the changing table this morning, Bean was all coos and smiles (as usual). She curled up like a potato bug and caught one of her feet in what seemed like an accident. But then she repeated and repeated it, catching her little feet with her hands and drawing them into her chest. We put her "wrist rattle" around one of her ankles this morning before leaving her with grandma for the day. She should have a lot of fun with that.
It was all very exciting. Bean is growing and changing so fast, adding new little skills all the time. This mommy thing sure is fun.
Academia vs. The Dark Side
Yesterday a friend of mine posed the question to me: Why are you in academia again? Why not run screaming to the open arms of industry where you will receive: More money, Better benefits, Better hours, Less guilt.
Why don't we many scientists take industry positions? It's a simple question with a somewhat complex answer.
1. Less job security. Of course there is the well known job security of a tenure track position, but even if you do not plan to run your own lab, you can expect pretty reasonable job security as a technician, staff scientist, or perpetual postdoc. In the 8 years I have been at the bench, I have only EVER seen one person actually get fired. And he was only let go because the PI hasn't secured funding in several years, so the professor kindly suggested that it would be wise for this technician to find a new position as soon as he could. So it's pretty nice to know you won't get fired on a whim.
2. Going into industry is seen as selling out. There is a definite culture among academic scientists that you are fighting the good fight. Perhaps because the hours and pay are lousy, and the tangible benefits are sometimes hard to come by, so we all console ourselves by saying that we are in fact "better" than those who go into industry. Our crappy pay and long hours makes us noble. So anyone who leaves acadmia for industry is a traitor, someone for whom science is (*gasp*) a career instead of a passion. And this bias, this passed judgement, makes it very difficult to come BACK to academia once you leave. If you leave academia, you are no longer be seen as dedicated to science and the common good. So when you leave academia, you had better be sure that you're leaving for good, because they're going to change the locks as soon as you are out the door.
3. Less control over your own research. The catch with industry is that for the most part you are not eligible for public funding (not that there's much money around for academic science these days). So in industry you have to make your own money. Either through investors who believe you will soon make money, or through the sale of some product. So in industry, you are constantly looking for the next source of income to fund your future research. Which means you can no longer follow projects wherever they may lead you. You can only follow the questions that might soon make you some money. Mama's gotta pay for her shiny new pipetteman somehow. So someone (usually not the researchers) makes decisions on whether or not a project is viable, and whether or not it gets to keep going. Coming from academia, where you usually determine the direction of your own project, this kind of control can be difficult to give up.
4. The devil you know vs. the devil you don't. It's very hard to make a life-changing decision. Especially when you know that once you leave you can't come back. So in some ways it's just very easy to stick with the comfort of your current displeasure, rather than face the brave new world of industry. What if you hate it? What if everything "they" tell you about industry is true? What will you do then?
So for the time being, I'll be riding out my postdoc untill Husband lands his faculty position. Then, once we're settled, I can make a decision as to what the future holds for me. Will I get a staff scientist position in academia? Will I get a position in industry so we can afford to live in a real house? Will I run away to nursing school and leave research behind forever? Who knows. But for the time being, you'll often find me searching the job postings in the back of Science.
Why don't we many scientists take industry positions? It's a simple question with a somewhat complex answer.
1. Less job security. Of course there is the well known job security of a tenure track position, but even if you do not plan to run your own lab, you can expect pretty reasonable job security as a technician, staff scientist, or perpetual postdoc. In the 8 years I have been at the bench, I have only EVER seen one person actually get fired. And he was only let go because the PI hasn't secured funding in several years, so the professor kindly suggested that it would be wise for this technician to find a new position as soon as he could. So it's pretty nice to know you won't get fired on a whim.
2. Going into industry is seen as selling out. There is a definite culture among academic scientists that you are fighting the good fight. Perhaps because the hours and pay are lousy, and the tangible benefits are sometimes hard to come by, so we all console ourselves by saying that we are in fact "better" than those who go into industry. Our crappy pay and long hours makes us noble. So anyone who leaves acadmia for industry is a traitor, someone for whom science is (*gasp*) a career instead of a passion. And this bias, this passed judgement, makes it very difficult to come BACK to academia once you leave. If you leave academia, you are no longer be seen as dedicated to science and the common good. So when you leave academia, you had better be sure that you're leaving for good, because they're going to change the locks as soon as you are out the door.
3. Less control over your own research. The catch with industry is that for the most part you are not eligible for public funding (not that there's much money around for academic science these days). So in industry you have to make your own money. Either through investors who believe you will soon make money, or through the sale of some product. So in industry, you are constantly looking for the next source of income to fund your future research. Which means you can no longer follow projects wherever they may lead you. You can only follow the questions that might soon make you some money. Mama's gotta pay for her shiny new pipetteman somehow. So someone (usually not the researchers) makes decisions on whether or not a project is viable, and whether or not it gets to keep going. Coming from academia, where you usually determine the direction of your own project, this kind of control can be difficult to give up.
4. The devil you know vs. the devil you don't. It's very hard to make a life-changing decision. Especially when you know that once you leave you can't come back. So in some ways it's just very easy to stick with the comfort of your current displeasure, rather than face the brave new world of industry. What if you hate it? What if everything "they" tell you about industry is true? What will you do then?
So for the time being, I'll be riding out my postdoc untill Husband lands his faculty position. Then, once we're settled, I can make a decision as to what the future holds for me. Will I get a staff scientist position in academia? Will I get a position in industry so we can afford to live in a real house? Will I run away to nursing school and leave research behind forever? Who knows. But for the time being, you'll often find me searching the job postings in the back of Science.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Pumping in the girls room
Little Bean is strictly breast fed thus far. And I am back at work full time. So three times a day I sit down for the little ritual of pumping my milk. Or rather, Bean's milk. Before I returned to work, I was fully prepared for doing so. I had my pump, my bottles, my little ice pack and cooler case, my microwave sterilization bags. All I needed was a place to do it.
The department just moved into a new buliding. This buliding is large and fancy-looking (though poorly poorly designed when it comes to it being a functional lab space). The building is so large, in fact, that there are many empty offices waiting for shiny new faculty to fill them. I had supposed, in my naivete, that the department would gladly allow me to use this totally unoccupied space to pump. After all, it is sitting empy, and I need a space to pump. And all the admin people in charge of handing out keys ARE WOMEN. So, a few weeks before my return to work, I kindly asked if I might be allowed to use one of the empty offices to pump in.
At first, the situation seemed hopeful. The woman I emailed in Admin was polite and said that the department ought to see what they could do to accomodate me. This was followed by two weeks of silence. Then I got the run-around. "You'll have to talk to person B about this" says person A. "Well, I'll have to talk to person A about this," says person B. Then finally, after several weeks of polite pestering, I delivered the entire spiel about why pumping was necessary to my continued success breastfeeding, how breastfeeding my baby benefits my boss and therefore the department, and why I think their pussyfooting is just one more example of how academic science doesn't support science-moms.
I received a fairly cordial reply from the woman saying that the department couldn't be expected to provide a space that would only be used an hour or two a day at most (nevermind that there are currently offices being used for exactly 0.0 hours per day), and that the department DOES support science-moms by providing a generous maternity leave policy (I can't really argue with that as 3 months is RELATIVELY generous), and that I am more than welcome to pump in shower room attached to the ladies bathroom but an office is out of the question. She also assured me that, as a woman who breastfed two babys for 10 months each many years ago, the situation for working moms has improved.
Excuse me? Just because the situation has "improved" over the past 20 years doesn't mean that it's good. Just because woman make $0.75 on the dollar instead of $0.50 on the dollar doesn't mean we should accept it with a polite thank you.
But the administration wouldn't budge, and so I am in fact pumping in the bathroom. And for those of you who might think it's not a big deal to be pumping in the bathroom, I'll remind you that when I pump, I am preparing FOOD. Go make your lunch in the bathroom and see how you feel about it.
The department just moved into a new buliding. This buliding is large and fancy-looking (though poorly poorly designed when it comes to it being a functional lab space). The building is so large, in fact, that there are many empty offices waiting for shiny new faculty to fill them. I had supposed, in my naivete, that the department would gladly allow me to use this totally unoccupied space to pump. After all, it is sitting empy, and I need a space to pump. And all the admin people in charge of handing out keys ARE WOMEN. So, a few weeks before my return to work, I kindly asked if I might be allowed to use one of the empty offices to pump in.
At first, the situation seemed hopeful. The woman I emailed in Admin was polite and said that the department ought to see what they could do to accomodate me. This was followed by two weeks of silence. Then I got the run-around. "You'll have to talk to person B about this" says person A. "Well, I'll have to talk to person A about this," says person B. Then finally, after several weeks of polite pestering, I delivered the entire spiel about why pumping was necessary to my continued success breastfeeding, how breastfeeding my baby benefits my boss and therefore the department, and why I think their pussyfooting is just one more example of how academic science doesn't support science-moms.
I received a fairly cordial reply from the woman saying that the department couldn't be expected to provide a space that would only be used an hour or two a day at most (nevermind that there are currently offices being used for exactly 0.0 hours per day), and that the department DOES support science-moms by providing a generous maternity leave policy (I can't really argue with that as 3 months is RELATIVELY generous), and that I am more than welcome to pump in shower room attached to the ladies bathroom but an office is out of the question. She also assured me that, as a woman who breastfed two babys for 10 months each many years ago, the situation for working moms has improved.
Excuse me? Just because the situation has "improved" over the past 20 years doesn't mean that it's good. Just because woman make $0.75 on the dollar instead of $0.50 on the dollar doesn't mean we should accept it with a polite thank you.
But the administration wouldn't budge, and so I am in fact pumping in the bathroom. And for those of you who might think it's not a big deal to be pumping in the bathroom, I'll remind you that when I pump, I am preparing FOOD. Go make your lunch in the bathroom and see how you feel about it.
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