YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, I have an interview for the job working on a disease I can't spell or pronounce. The interview is with two heads of group at the hospital and obviously there is a need to appear professional, coherent and intelligent. Hmmmmm, yes, oh dear.

And did I mention the interview is the same week my thesis is due.

b*gger.

*whimper*

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.....

Frakking Tubulin

Writers block has hit. There must have been a reason to look at tubulin during motility but I'm b*ggered if I can remember what it was. This is what happens when actin cytoskeletal biologists start messing around with the microtubule network- no good can ever come of such a thing.

However, in good news the head of our unit is on the bbc, again:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/tayside_and_central/6763409.stm

One more for the cutting file.

Post-Grad symposium, ouch

Weekend after the PG symposium and I remember why I gave up drinking, dear God the pain.

The day was a great success though, we ran to time, our Third year and Second year did very well-answered their questions without going rabbit in the headlights. AND I finally got a decent photo of my research group (it's only taken 4 years).

Back to the proof-reading.