I finally hit it. I have no energy, no motivation, no great ideas. This fucking cold is NOT letting up, but instead getting worse. I have no idea where my career is going. My experiments this week have been a joke. NOTHING is moving forward. In fact, I’m pretty damn sure I’ve taken 10 huge steps ass backward this week.
When I walked in the department door this morning, I was surrounded by interviewing wannabe n00b grad students – all dressed up in their finest, looking soooo excited about the cool science that’s going on around here. I couldn’t even look them in the eye. Science sucks right now.
A review that I started writing a year ago is open on my desktop. I worked on it a little during my maternity leave, but it’s still looking pretty bare-boned. I spent some time this morning sifting through recent reports that should be included. Maybe it’s time to pick this thing back up and move it forward full throttle. There’s some cool stuff in those reports, and I need inspiration.
So I’m headed home with a stack of papers and my laptop, looking forward to the cold medicine that awaits me. No wannabe n00bs, no babies, no Hubby, and no life to distract me for a few hours while I attempt to re-ignite my passion for this job. I bet the cold medicine will make for some good writing ju-ju. I just need to make it back out the door…