We all heard the tales. Late at night, waiting for the autoclave to
cycle, the post-docs wove fantastic tales of a land with jobs and
paychecks. A place where loved ones are more than shades half
noticed between journal articles.
It’s been about a week since I finished and most of my time has
been spent cleaning up messes in the lab and at home, polishing
my resume and starting this blog. But this is only an intermission
between acts. Soon the lights will dim and the play will continue.