Argh research
Jan. 28th, 2011 03:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
motetusI could write a massive 10-page essay on how low I've been feeling for the past few months due to work/masters stuff, and by stuff I mean a complete lack of progress that made me feel like an utterly worthless failure. But I think it's best if I don't - instead let's skip to what's ended all that.
This here mass of dots my postdoc gave me this week is precious to me. The black ones show that after 2 years I've finally found a way to get my stupid protein to fold correctly in its little bubble of detergent (though I suppose 2 years isn't bad after hearing about other membrane protein groups who needed 5), and the blue ones mean I have a masters thesis to write (first in vitro proof we have that this bacterial protein binds to a particular human target - could squeeze out not just a thesis from this but hopefully a decent paper). I don't even feel excited about it, I'm too busy being overwhelmed with immense, immense relief.
(but there will still be alcohol-and-cake-related celebrations at chez Motetus this weekend, and you're all invited)
Also my boss said he could extend my contract for another 18 months if I wanted. He didn't look so impressed when I said I was planning on doing a PhD elsewhere. Sorry boss, but I'd like to work in a lab where people actually talk to me. Even if it's just a hello once a day. Bloody socially inept scientists.
This here mass of dots my postdoc gave me this week is precious to me. The black ones show that after 2 years I've finally found a way to get my stupid protein to fold correctly in its little bubble of detergent (though I suppose 2 years isn't bad after hearing about other membrane protein groups who needed 5), and the blue ones mean I have a masters thesis to write (first in vitro proof we have that this bacterial protein binds to a particular human target - could squeeze out not just a thesis from this but hopefully a decent paper). I don't even feel excited about it, I'm too busy being overwhelmed with immense, immense relief.
(but there will still be alcohol-and-cake-related celebrations at chez Motetus this weekend, and you're all invited)
Also my boss said he could extend my contract for another 18 months if I wanted. He didn't look so impressed when I said I was planning on doing a PhD elsewhere. Sorry boss, but I'd like to work in a lab where people actually talk to me. Even if it's just a hello once a day. Bloody socially inept scientists.
