Thursday, 16 May 2013

An Anthem for Bad Results

A colleague of mine got the results back from a pet project he was hoping to expand upon when he has his own lab. They weren't very promising and he pronounced "The dream is over".

I instantly wanted to say "Hey now, don't dream it's over" which resulted in this song being stuck in my head for the rest of the day.

As it turned out he got some more results in the afternoon that meant the dream wasn't over. A happy ending.

If I wasn't so self-conscious of my atrocious singing I think I'd be tempted to break out into this whenever a colleague is feeling defeated. Although they may think I'm taking the piss, which I might be.

Sunday, 12 May 2013

What's my age again?

I turned 32 last month and have to admit it’s becoming harder to deny I’m getting old. The emphasis on early in “early thirties” is reaching its limit and I think it’s time to reassess what my age actually means in an attempt to sound younger.