What a difference a day makes, or insert your favorite random cliche regarding the fickleness (fickility?) of time here. After spending the earlier part of this week in the peaceful bliss of fatherhood and idle days of the University break, I was barraged Tuesday afternoon with a slew of frantic e-mail from Job Number 2. I’m not really used to the bee in the bonnet urgency that a proper grown up company can get themselves into in comparison to the lackadaisical university attitude. In fact, one of the difficult parts of the transition from academia to industry has been getting used to the pace at which things move in the biotech industry. As an academic scientist you tend to slog away at the same project day after day after day. Any changes in focus tend to occur at a snail’s pace. It’s a bit dull, but after a decade in academia, comfortable.

Biotech on the other hand moves at a speed that your underwhelming correspondent just doesn’t. Every time I pop into the office something’s different – I’ve come in and found a different computer, different project, different desk, even a new office all without any warning at all. (The new office was cool as I went from a windowless cubicle to an office with the view that you see above.)

At any rate, Tuesday afternoon the e-mails came a zinging. Write this, right now. Now most of you probably know just how well that works and it’s a challenge even when it comes to technical writing. Everything had to be done yesterday and I just bore into it with uncharacteristic efficiency and work ethic. And after two solid, long days of it I had the immense satisfaction of kicking my work’s ass and the feeling of a job well done.

My reward? I busted my hump so hard in the past couple of days that I’m caught up again at Job Number 2. The University is off for another week and the weather forecast for tomorrow is 29°C (84°C) and sunny. It is springtime in Australia, I’ve worked myself into a day off and I’m springing the boy from kid jail for the day. You’ll be able to find us at the beach. It’s pretty good to be me.

UPDATE

Apparently I didn’t bust hard enough as I just got another “write this, right now” e-mail at 10 p.m. To be fair, it could wait until tomorrow but I better get to it now if this spring day isn’t going to be spent looking at that view above from behind glass.  Man, it sucks to be me.

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