don't be a dick


Applied for a few more jobs. Damn, I hate it when they don't just let you upload your CV as a file and instead make you type everything in by hand. Why would you even do that?

I'm getting hungry...

Restaurants: We are getting no business during the pandemic. None whatsoever. If we don't reopen right now we will die!

Also restaurants: We're a little busy right now, so you'll have to wait two hours for your delivery.
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Here we go again

Okay, so half a year ago a bunch of students emailed me to ask to be moved to another group. When I asked the Dean's Office how to do it, I was told I had no say in this. And now it's apparently my job to decide who's in which group. And, of course, they tell me this three days before the new semester starts and don't even give me the list of students. And how come it's only my job half the time, anyway? I'll do it. Of course. But I have so many questions.
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Today I got an email from my ex-boss, asking me when the deadline is for a reference letter he was supposed to write... for an institute I haven't applied to work at and didn't even know they were hiring. What the hell? If they want to hire me, you'd think they'd ask me to apply.

Okay, so it's more likely he just got it confused with one of the places I did apply, but you gotta admit it's an interesting possibility.

Is it time to panic yet?

Just got out of my job interview. I've done all I could. I think they liked the talk, but I'm not sure if my answers to their questions were good enough. Anyway, nothing depends on me any more. All I can do is try not to panic. Happy holidays.

no pressure...

My presentation is as ready as it will ever be. Worrying won't make it any better. Tomorrow, for about forty minutes, early in the afternoon, my fate will be entirely in my hands. After that there will be nothing more for me to do. All I can do now is my best.
But I keep thinking: how many others got to this stage? Are we all equally likely to get the job? What are my chances, really? Knowing won't make them any better, I know, but I'm curious.

More oportunities

I got another email about the talk I'm supposed to give. And, yeah, it's basically a job interview, but they seem actually eager to hear about my research. Also, I've looked up some of their research and at there's a couple of papers that I really want to read. So I could try to stay in touch with them and write a paper together even if I don't get the job. Hey, a reference from an institute that's too good to actually hire me would help me get another job.

But that's plan B. For now I focus on trying to get that job.


So I still want to go work abroad for a while. I've looked at some offers and found a few that looked interesting. So far I've applied for two jobs. I haven't got any news from one of the places yet, but the other one... I'm starting to think that I might have a chance...
I had a moment of panic while I was applying for that job. I clicked through to the next page and all of a sudden I had to answer the question I'd been hoping not to see. They wanted me to choose from a list, who I would most like to work with. Who do I even know at their institute?! And if I don't know anyone, how do I choose? I hadn't had time to research that kind of stuff! But then I actually looked at the list. One of the names looked familiar.
I looked her up on the university website. It was her, no doubt about it! She had been at the conference in Australia, five years ago, and she had liked my poster! Could it be that she remembered me? Or at least, that she was still interested in these topics? Or knew of the people I had worked with at the Quantum Center and their research? Could the reserence from my former boss ascually mean something here? Well, at the very least, I had some idea, whom to choose.
After a few days, I got the first email. I had passed the initial selection. Out of about five hundred candidates, only half remained, and I was one of them. My excitement only lasted a moment. Five hundred. There had been five hundred of us. And there were still more than two hundred left. I'd expected that kind of competition at the prestigious university in England, which had rejected me some time earlier, but here? What had I got myself into? It was still good news, or at least a very definite lack of bad news, but I still didn't dare to get my hopes up.
I found the second email today. It had been sitting in my inbox for a day or two, between a student's homework and an announcement from the Dean's Office, and when I first noticed it, I nearly mistook it for spam. But it was an email from the person I had applied to work with. Apparently I've got a job interview next Tuesday.
Of course, this is as far as my connections, such as they are, will get me. If I screw this up, I'm not getting the job. But I've been given a chance. I wonder how many out of those more than two hundred, out of those five hundred, got to this level. Can't be more than fifty, right? And yet, here I am.