updating i guess
so i defended my thesis. was really nervous the night before, didn't get any sleep, but all in all it turned out well. other than being accused of plagiarism of course, which is a whole opera in and of itself. goddammit only my second lab and already i've had to deal with two fucking mofos - what's wrong with me???!!! it's like i'm cursed.
or i might just be asking for it.
bruce levin did in fact hire me (just happened today) - i was walking down the hall to rustom's office to ask him for a rec when bruce pops out of his office right beside rustom's and says, "paolo, come work for me. i can only promise you this much until the bayer grant comes in but hopefully i'll be able to get you more. if not, we'll hold a bake sale."
how could i resist? besides the fact that i'm interested in his projects so much i would slave away for half that amount just to be able to work on his stuff, he was never looking for anymore help in the first place.
so i managed to get into my first choice for a lab, which would be perfect if not for the conflicting reports i keep on getting. according to my bio advisor, vickie, "bruce is the biggest jerk i've ever met" - the sentiment of which is shared by every undergrad i know who took a class with him. but then again, he's also best friends with george and rustom, the best professors i've had at emory. so the man can't be all that bad, can he? plus he's gonna hold a bake sale to pay my wages. that's gotta count for something.
i've decided to live with my aunt for next year. i'll be saving a ton of money on rent and food for which i could then waste on an ipod, external hard drive, a trip to south and central america with mai and joon, and maybe a new computer. oh, and decent knives and pots and pans for wherever i go to grad/med school. and plane tickets to interviews *fingers crossed*
alex and i got indian food for lunch today and george paid for it. i love it when that happens. and then instead of going to work i sat outside and read about the social ecology of plasmids. fun stuff.
have a film final take home essay thing and a final paper on film and industry both due on the 9th. i've stopped caring though so i'm not really worried. i'm dreading going back to the CDC though, that place really does suck the life out of you. in the CDC, no one can hear you scream.
and on that note, goodnight.
or i might just be asking for it.
bruce levin did in fact hire me (just happened today) - i was walking down the hall to rustom's office to ask him for a rec when bruce pops out of his office right beside rustom's and says, "paolo, come work for me. i can only promise you this much until the bayer grant comes in but hopefully i'll be able to get you more. if not, we'll hold a bake sale."
how could i resist? besides the fact that i'm interested in his projects so much i would slave away for half that amount just to be able to work on his stuff, he was never looking for anymore help in the first place.
so i managed to get into my first choice for a lab, which would be perfect if not for the conflicting reports i keep on getting. according to my bio advisor, vickie, "bruce is the biggest jerk i've ever met" - the sentiment of which is shared by every undergrad i know who took a class with him. but then again, he's also best friends with george and rustom, the best professors i've had at emory. so the man can't be all that bad, can he? plus he's gonna hold a bake sale to pay my wages. that's gotta count for something.
i've decided to live with my aunt for next year. i'll be saving a ton of money on rent and food for which i could then waste on an ipod, external hard drive, a trip to south and central america with mai and joon, and maybe a new computer. oh, and decent knives and pots and pans for wherever i go to grad/med school. and plane tickets to interviews *fingers crossed*
alex and i got indian food for lunch today and george paid for it. i love it when that happens. and then instead of going to work i sat outside and read about the social ecology of plasmids. fun stuff.
have a film final take home essay thing and a final paper on film and industry both due on the 9th. i've stopped caring though so i'm not really worried. i'm dreading going back to the CDC though, that place really does suck the life out of you. in the CDC, no one can hear you scream.
and on that note, goodnight.