Got a job, Sha na na na

Every morning about this time
she get me out of my bed
a-crying get a job.
After breakfast, everyday,
she throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say,
Get a job,  Sha na na na, sha na na na na

Well, no more.  After  42 years 8 months on this earth, and 10 years after my PhD, I finally have "permanent" job  (insofar as any can be).    This is a posting I've been waiting to submit for months now, but it has only been two weeks since I'm officially TRIUMF'S outreach and communications coordinator (with a fraction free for science). Cool.

As when finishing my PhD thesis, finally achieving my long-time goal comes as much less a relief than I pictured in the midst of the struggle.  In both cases, you get a piece of paper announcing the momentous occasion, upon which which you dutifully file it away and get on with whatever it is keeping you busy at the moment. Sad, in a way.   However, in both cases, you sleep much more soundly afterward, which is a considerable reward in itself.

feels good.   OK, back to work.