Monthly Archives: March 2010

Secui XII. Agricultural research in crisis! Sky falling! Waters rising!

Look, look, an official crisis in agricultural research in Australia, who would’ve thought? (http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2010/03/31/2860908.htm)

It’s simple really; try letting people stay in a job securely for longer than three years! Doesn’t require much education to answer that problem. Eventually people wake up and see that their job prospects are insecure and leave.

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Part, the eleventh. In which I get tired of part whatever and switch to Latin…secui XI

Well, one job application should give me an answer early next week. Will I get an interview? Will Batman escape? Tune in next week and find out.

Looks like the job I applied for in Switzerland won’t pan out as they want someone who already has a work permit, as they want them to start ASAP and they said that rules me out. The choices are narrowing but chin up etc.

I did lodge an application for the job in Samoa, just before the closing date. Now this I could live with, but I think I raved about that earlier, so I won’t bore you again.

Just in time to cheer me up P.Z. Myers used a photo I took of an armoured ground cricket in Botswana for his Mary’s Monday Metazoan (http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/2010/03/marys_monday_metazoan_armored.php); who needs a job anyway! Fame at last! If this cricket wasn’t so fucking ugly I could kiss him/her/whatever.


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Part, the tenth. In which we get positive…no, negative…no, positive…news.

My wife got an interview. Yay! Then not so yay. They got confused between two applications and interviewed her for the wrong job, which didn’t help us a lot.

I got a reply from a job in Zurich that I enquired about and which had closed before I heard about it. They got back to me to get me to lodge an application as it has been declared open again. Now I wait with bated breath and the tension increases daily, nay hourly.

Got rejected for the Seychelles job, apparently they found someone local and are not proceeding with overseas applicants…sob…I can’t pretend I wouldn’t have liked that job.

However, on a brighter note I became secretary of the local society of editors. Now I can dream of my ascent to world domination. First a swift attack on Poland, through the Low Countries and then Paris…what could stop me?

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Part, the ninth. Yet more rejection.

Sigh… “After careful consideration of all applications, we regret to advise you that we will not be progressing your application on this occasion.” Does this imply they would progress this on another occasion? In what possible circumstances would there be another occasion? Considering that this was a response from a university they obviously didn’t consult with the Physics Department over the apparent unidirectionality of time.

Anyway, this job was in the next suburb from our house, hardly an exotic destination. So, what can I say? I didn’t want the job anyway. You could ask why I applied then…hmm…can’t think of a logically consistent answer to that, so I exercise my right not to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me. Maybe I have a future in politics, I just need to master talking crap so that it sounds meaningful. Now I’ve hit on the problem – sincerity, excess thereof.


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Part, the eighth. In which I sleep in on a Monday morning.

Aaah, Monday morning and I don’t even have to get out of bed… if I feel so inclined. I think I will though, it just doesn’t feel right snoozing while most good people are slaving away. So all of you who are filled with envy can allow your blood to go off the boil.

I might just start to write up some old data now that I have time. Who said unemployment sucked?

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Part, the seventh. In which all is quiet on the Western Front. Hang on, that all ended badly didn’t it?

Nothing to report. No rejections – no acceptances.

I think I know how this works: I am in employment Purgatory, whence (after appropriate levels of pain and torture, designed to purify my imperfect employee soul) I will eventually be allowed to ascend to the light and perfect peace of Paradise. There I shall fan the face of Ergos – the god of full employment – eat dates and sing his praises for all eternity. Bliss. It’s bringing tears to my eyes.

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Part, the sixth. In which I am deeply wounded.

I got my first rejection today, sniff. Those bastards at Thomson-Reuters wouldn’t know if their arse was on fire – no, they would – they just couldn’t find the seat of the fire. HO HO. Now I feel much better. Here is the only remotely related photo I could find representing the arse of Thomson-Reuters (this is of course loaded with symbolism, if you have any idea what it is then drop me a line and let me know too)…

Arse on fire

Now I shall take my injured pride and go back to my applications, and Judge Judy of course.

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