Golden Years, golden years whap whap whap
Don't let me hear you saying
Life's taking you nowhere
*angel*
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby
David Bowie
Last Monday, David Bowie lost his battle with cancer.
Last Thursday, actor Alan Rickman lost his battle with with cancer.
Today, guitarist Glenn Frey died of a combination of illnesses.
I would say that I was a fan of David Bowie's. I remember listening to his album, Heroes, when we lived in Park Ridge, IL. (I was 9).
Life has taken me many places. Some I have not wanted to be. Some I've viewed as great adventures. I don't know what is in front of me. A lot of dreams got squashed this past week. I was sitting at the table with several scientists and asked the gentleman next to me (who works for Purdue University) if he knew my friend Ian. Turns out, he does not, but we discussed the recent advertisement for several ecologists positions at his university. They received over 400 applications.
Let that sink in. There are 400+ PhD holding ecologists in several sub-disciplines looking for work. Wait, what?!? I did not apply because the job ad was so vague I had no idea what they were looking for. Turns out, the top 10 that received phone interviews had one or more publications in Science, Nature, or Proceeding of the National Academy of Science (PNAS for short). These are so far beyond my publication in Ecology that there will never be a way for me to be considered.
There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Yeah, I'm lost. I really don't know what to do with myself.
If I stick it out here, there is a chance that I could work my way into a permanent position in their new biology department. However, I don't think I have that fortitude.
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
I hope that I look in time. Luck has never been all that kind to me. But I always walk tall, act fine. The first rule of faking it, believe that you belong there. Maybe that has been my problem. Maybe I don't believe that I belong at Stevens. This is so outside my comfort realm. I don't really like these people. They don't value the same things I value.
I need to find those that value something similar.
Life's taking you nowhere
*angel*
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby
David Bowie
Last Monday, David Bowie lost his battle with cancer.
Last Thursday, actor Alan Rickman lost his battle with with cancer.
Today, guitarist Glenn Frey died of a combination of illnesses.
I would say that I was a fan of David Bowie's. I remember listening to his album, Heroes, when we lived in Park Ridge, IL. (I was 9).
Life has taken me many places. Some I have not wanted to be. Some I've viewed as great adventures. I don't know what is in front of me. A lot of dreams got squashed this past week. I was sitting at the table with several scientists and asked the gentleman next to me (who works for Purdue University) if he knew my friend Ian. Turns out, he does not, but we discussed the recent advertisement for several ecologists positions at his university. They received over 400 applications.
Let that sink in. There are 400+ PhD holding ecologists in several sub-disciplines looking for work. Wait, what?!? I did not apply because the job ad was so vague I had no idea what they were looking for. Turns out, the top 10 that received phone interviews had one or more publications in Science, Nature, or Proceeding of the National Academy of Science (PNAS for short). These are so far beyond my publication in Ecology that there will never be a way for me to be considered.
There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Yeah, I'm lost. I really don't know what to do with myself.
If I stick it out here, there is a chance that I could work my way into a permanent position in their new biology department. However, I don't think I have that fortitude.
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
I hope that I look in time. Luck has never been all that kind to me. But I always walk tall, act fine. The first rule of faking it, believe that you belong there. Maybe that has been my problem. Maybe I don't believe that I belong at Stevens. This is so outside my comfort realm. I don't really like these people. They don't value the same things I value.
I need to find those that value something similar.