Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Fashion - Lady Gaga

Ugh, what a retardly busy week. I made it safe and sound to New York (that's the hopefully-new-post-doc-city, it's definitely shorter to write New York - and i don't think anyone can deduce my identity just because I wrote New York). My presentation went smoothly and I met up with every single person in the lab for about half-an-hour and they told me about their projects and stuff. Everyone seemed very happy and everyone seem to get along well. It was almost like a dream lab full of happiness and calm. It also seemed a little stretched, I mean there can't be a perfect lab filled with happiness and calm. The lab had about 7 girls and 2 boys. There must be at least one girl hating the others secretly, that's what girls do as far as I know (girls and gays). But I'm content. My acceptance into the lab was contingent upon new funding and we will have to wait for that.

I also met with another lab head in another school in a different field than mine. The guy is huge in his field and the project they have is very very potent (it could be turned into a potential cure for one of the nastiest diseases that affect women) and I'm very excited that I could be a part of it. Our planed half-an-hour meeting turned into a three hour meeting with the PI telling me that I could very well join his lab without waiting for new funding (he had like three spots by the time I graduate) and there is more potential funding on the way. I left the meeting with a huge grin in my face since that meant I had two potential job offers and I could choose which one I wanted more. This is of course a much better picture than me praying every night for a miracle (and I can't pray well).

The rest of the trip was awesome. I had a great time meeting up with old friends and just hanging out with them. The highlight of the trip (besides the perfect interviews) was the brunch we had at Calle Ocho.

This place had the best spanish breakfast items together with an open sangria bar - needless to say unlimited and free!!

They had 8 different kinds of sangria, each tasting better than the previous one.

My favorite was the tropicana with lychee and pineapples and white wine.

If you ever happen to stumble upon in New York and looking for a brunch place, you should definitely give this a try!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

flight adventures

What a morning. My flight to the hopefully-new-post-doc-city was at 7 am and that's really early for me. I woke up around 5.45 and my friend was downstairs to pick me up around 6.10 am. We got to the airport around 6.30. Now, the original plan was to just bring a carry-on with me but seeing how I couldn't fit a single thing in there, I decided to check-in a bag. So, I'm at the self-check-in counter trying to check-in my bag but the stupid machine (which is not true, because that thing was smarter than my early morning self) wouldn't let me. I asked the person behind the counter if he could help me and he asked me when my flight was. When I said 7am, he said I was too late and I had to change my flight. Fuck. I was a little too laid back in terms of arriving to the airport. I mean the airport was practically empty so I blamed the rain that hold us back from speeding on the way. I paid extra $60 on top of the $15 check-in fee to change my flight. I was mad.

On top of this, when I walked to the gate the machine didn't recognize me. The guy at the gate asked me if I was trying to leave the country!!! (not funny dude) I was just laughing out of nervousness at that point. Then all of a sudden, like the prince charming in snow white, came the guy behind the counter who helped me with getting fucked, oh I mean, getting charged extra moneys. He was holding couple of $20 bills in his hand. It took me a while to figure out what was going on but I didn't really need to because he explained that my original flight was delayed and he had put me back on it with my checked-in bag. I wanted to hug him right there (he was cute too) but of course didn't (i'm classy that way). So, I made it to my original flight, proving that one does not have to at the airport 2 hours before one's flight. Half an hour is plenty of time!!!