I freak people out (aka I'm funny?)

So I will reiterate the title...I freak people out. Sometimes scare them, and sometimes make them laugh in a way that sometimes takes me by surprise.

I've always been on the shy side...especially around people that I don't know very well. I'm not the kind of shy that will avoid talking at all costs, and I don't consider myself to be unfriendly...I'm just not very direct and I don't take a lot of social initiative. People approach me, and I respond.

Now to the story. I can be funny. I don't plan to be, it just happens. Today, some of us went to look for some last minute Halloween costumes and some accessories to wear at a charity walk this weekend. We found a pink wig for the walk (perhaps to be re-purposed into the Halloween costume) and I also purchased some facepaint/make up, including some rotten looking zombie teeth. The first thing that I do upon leaving he store? Put on the wig of course! That just brought laughter to everyone who saw me. Then, back at the lab, I took out the fake teeth. THAT was even crazier!

Is a costume all it takes? I figure the delivery definitely sells it...and just as I let my guard down, and start being hopelessly silly, a few people see me with pink wig, teeth and added eye roll...and are startled, then amused.

Going up to lab meeting, I grabbed the badge hanging around my neck to badge myself though a door. It was still around my neck, and to an observer, it looked like I was tying a noose around my neck. One of the HR people happened to be passing by, and laughed so hard...only mildly funny if you consider the layoffs at my place of employment very recently. In any case, that was about timing, and not intending to make hints into a humorous situation.

But I still freak people out. My position in the lab is sort of a "second in command", and often times other lab members nominate me to approach the boss about something. I have no problem with this, and I'm not fearful...usually. I've (comedically) ended up asking our boss if we could play hookie for a few hours to go see a movie. And it didn't stress me to the slightest...but it did make my lab mates laugh!

Lastly, for this post at least....scaring and funny. And mommy related. One of the biggest (irrational) fears was me going into labor in the lab, or having water break. As things got closer to delivery day, the more nervous other people became. I might as well have delivered in the lab many times over with all of the anticipation. Even though the hospital was literally within sight out of my window.

Since when did I become so strange and funny?

Hopes and Fears of a Mommy Post-doc

Mike had found me an article recently that detailed some of the pitfalls of science today, specifically those in a post-doc position. I read it and kept saying "oh yeah, that's me, totally!"...aside from the part about the person writing the article didn't appear to have kids (and if memory serves, was a man...which is neither here nor there...but just of note :) ).

Once again, I'll get around to posting/quoting some of it, but first I thought I'd share some of my thoughts on being a post-doc mommy.

Topic number one...Hours: OK, so I have a very understanding boss. She's awesome. Having said that, I go to great lengths to really put in the "required" working hours with face time in the lab, while doing many of the "extra" hours outside of work.

What the heck am I on about? As a graduate student, and even before that, I worked some pretty unconventional hours. I worked a lot. I'm not trying to brag, pat my own back, or even garner some sort of sympathy. I really enjoyed it...and I could do it at the time, seeing as how I wasn't tied down with children. I lived closer to the university (less than 5 miles...a 15 minute drive, tops, even in traffic) so it was easy to go home for a few hours, veg, and come back to finish an experiment. If I started an experiment late in the day, it wasn't a big deal and I could easily finish at whatever hour it needed to finish.

Fast forward to today. Daycare is open from 6am to 6:30pm. Is it sad that I really appreciate that last half hour? In any case, I'm limited by having to get the kids from daycare before it closes. Then there's the matter of not living within 5 miles of work. THAT is a real bummer, but it also complicates things when I need to just "run in" to finish up something.

In the end, I need to carefully plan my time, think things through, and get things done correctly on my first tries. I need to make the most of my time in the lab. It also makes me quite clever when it comes to planning time-course experiments. I avoid 12 hour time points at all costs. To avoid many hours on weekends, typically experiments need to be set up on Monday in order to get up to 96 hours in. If I plan to do a later time point, I set it up to go over the weekend.

But, I ramble on...the point is, I've learned to plan my work around the kids, and the kids around work. They have to co-exist, don't they?

In the end, do I work as much as other post-docs? I like to think so. Do I post crazy hours in the lab...no. It might make me less competitive than others that don't have to worry about kids or otherwise, but I like to think that it makes me more efficient.

And so ends the first installment of "Hopes and Fears"...I will continue this later :)