The Spaghetti-Wall Technique

[opabinia]

deserves a review article. I don't volunteer to write it.

Genzyme swears they're hiring. I pulled a bunch of jobs from their web site, and I intend to apply to them. I will even write several cover letters tailored to sub-sets of job descriptions. This is a lot of effort directed at a statistically crappy possibility. First, Genzyme could be exaggerating their growth to attract investors -- the opportunities could be false. Second, the postings may serve as a survey tool to assess the feasibility of launching a new project or moving an existing one to a location full of eager applicants (so the jobs don't exist either -- they simply could exist). Third, even if a job does exist, only three million of my closest career-desperate friends and I will apply to each one.

I still have to do it, because nobody's going to take me by the hand and lead me to a new job.

I neglected to mention earlier that one of the companies at the last job fair asked me flat-out: "Do you have a Science degree?" I replied that of course I did, why else would I be there. They said they had been plagued by unemployed computer industry professionals.

"It makes sense to look for biostats-computing-type work here," I said; but as it turns out, they were just desperate IT/helpdesk/programmer folk who couldn't find a job anywhere else, so they had taken to visiting other types of job fairs. Yay the economy.

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This stupid plasmid better show up. I used enough EtBr to poison all of Norway.

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Kettlebells. I can feel the tendrils of the workout rush reaching back through time for my brain. Workout rush tendrils are touching my brain! Or maybe I'm psyched about Ceremony, or both.