That small squeak of terror coming over from the north east coast of Scotland would be me after handing in my first ever proper job application. Postdoctoral RA in human genetics, working on stuff I can't pronounce or spell. Yay!
Not trusting Royal Mail or the internal post a trot down the hill to the main campus was required. Trying not to look too rabbit in the headlights (that would be why I get called Mopsy) at handing the forms and cvs over to a bored looking assistant was not the most fun. However, emerging fro the registry to find is was Graduation improved my day. Why? University Graduation at Scottish universities means many many men in kilts and there is nothing more attractive than men in kilts.
Lets just ignore that most of them are about 5 years younger than me.....
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