First.

Tomorrow is my first day on the job. And I think I can safely say, I am scared s**tless. I feel like a little bit of a poser. Yeah, sure, I have a Ph.D., but do I really know what the hell I'm doing? Does a thesis in an über-specialized field make me more qualified as a physicist? It is not totally obvious to me that it should, hence the semi-permanent feeling of dread. I am hoping the worry will start to dissipate once I start; if not, there will certainly be an ulcer in my future.

Also I am a little bummed that I am now entering "adulthood". I am planning. Long-term planning. I am thinking about things like publications, how those publications will effect my career, whether I want a government job or a university job. Like the fact that I even have a career – what's up with that, when did that happen? Adulthood was so much better when it was limited to major appliances.

One good thing: the new boss already knows about QD. It seems I was outed by someone who recognized my name when it was mentioned as a new hire. I was kinda dreading the whole, "well, um, I have a, um, blog-thing. I hope that's cool." conversation, so I'm happy someone else took care of it for me. Thankfully, he seemed a bit vague about it when he brought it up, so I'm going to assume he doesn't actually read it.

Comments

[p. lur]

I believe in you, Dr. Caolionn!

(This is where I put my hands on your face and make you smile like in that movie "Hook.")

[treknerd]

Put your hands on her face? Isn't that what Vulcans do to mind-meld? Admittedly, an intriguing proposition when the mind in question is that of Dr. Caolionn.

As Spock would say, live long and prosper. :-)