So my hopes for an academic job this year (half-hearted at best because I am genuinely happy in my current non-academic job – I see it as very much a potential career that could give me a lot of fulfillment) were dashed back in January. Two tenure track job interviews in New Orleans at the most recent AHA conference and nothing.
I still have a post doc in the works (one offer on the table and waiting to hear about another) but I am resolved at this point to decline both. The reality is that my chances of getting a job in my field are only ever 20% at best and, according to all the recent reports I’ve read, most people don’t get that tenure track job until they’re into their 40s. I feel really, truly lucky to have gotten a stable, well-paying, lively non-academic job and I’m convinced that I should not jeopardize that for a post doc that will end in two years with no possibility of a job at the end.
Decisions, decisions. That’s why I blocked out my face in these photos from way back in mid-January. I’d spent the better part of the afternoon alternating between crying and laughing followed by the consuming of alcohol. Generally I just stressed myself out to an insane degree. So no face. Trust me, it was an ugly, sad face.