I don't think I can write, interact with humans, and advocate for scientists without the heart/sleeve issue.
Fuck it. It's not an issue. I don't cry at my desk or yell at people. I'm just passionate about shit that I think people should feel passionate about. I work for the best scientists on the fucking planet. Shit my guys are finishing up is GOING TO THE MOON next week. I got to speak to Sally Ride on the phone. SALLY RIDE. Yes, when I transferred her call over, I called my mom and squeeeeeed.
It's ok to go fangurl over my job. It's awesome. In fact, Ima go do more of it RIGHT NOW.
(see, that's what happens)
Oh, I get passionate, Allyson. I think that's awesome and it's great for the other people at work. I love that you feel that way. I even get righteously angry if it's needed--and sometimes it is. I meant bringing non-work feelings into work, crying because I am having a bad day or snapping someone's head off because I am upset about something that happened at home--stuff like that.
Sally Freakin' Ride. Let's face it, Allyson has an awesome job.
It was great for me to be pregnant at the same time as Burrell (and our babies are EIGHT!! now).
Also, you were pregnant with Dillo when JZ was cooking up Matilda.
Erin, the important thing is that you feel shiny. But I do think you rock the bob.
I wonder if recruiters consider Al-Anon membership a positive worth seeking out. "If you can deal with alcoholic parents you can deal with our workplace."
They might, but I doubt they'd admit it.
I got to speak to Sally Ride on the phone. SALLY RIDE. Yes, when I transferred her call over, I called my mom and squeeeeeed.
Cool! When I worked at WGBH I got to transfer a call from Alistair Cook. At Fantagraphics I got to take a call from Alan Moore.
I, uh, got to take a call from Dr. Dean Ornish once, wanting one of my docs to join an academic committee with him.
I also once took a call from a Dr. Pretorius, but I don't think he was
the
Dr. Pretorius.
Sally Ride! So cool!
I once answered phones for John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band's managers. ... that's a pretty minor brush with fame, I have to admit. And I never met the band, and when I left, they didn't even give me a free copy of the new album. Jerks.