My job

Mr Bob has left Boston. His body is still hanging around, schlepping off to work and going for dinner with Bob, but his thoughts, his heart, his plans, his dreams have completly left the city.

He is in his new assistant professor job. Conversations revolve around:

a) The floor plans he has been faxed and him mistaking GB for girls bathroom and trying to figure out where to put his glove box.
b) How to get good students.
c) His research.
d) His new co-workers (with whom he is in email contact.
e) Our new house

Now Mr Bob has not accepted the postion, nor has he recieved the formal, formal offer. Also, there is the Bob needing a job factor. Mr Bob is still interviewing (current count 18 applications sent out, 3 interviews, 2 PFO letters) but in all real ways he is completely gone to his new job.

I'm a bit different. Unlike Mr Bob, I love my post doc (Mr Bob recognised his as good for him, but didn't enjoy it). My supervisor is almost entirely absent, which lets me take much more responsibility than most post docs get to. I discuss research, edit thesis, edit papers, direct experiments, edit talks and coerced everyone into having once a week meetings to discuss research in a formal manner (boss does not attend). Even with a boss I would do a lot of this, but I am more of a last stop/final authority than I would be otherwise.

This is a great lab group. I've had good discussions with everyone (except evil woman) and have a couple friends out of it. The only problem is my own research suffers somewhat, but I'm really enjoying myself. It's kinda like a prof job, but without the stress of being REALLY responsible.

My teaching is so much fun (also a time suck). I swear I'm teaching the nerdiest, smartest kids in the world.

I am really going to miss this place when we leave.

As a minor, minor possibility, Mr Bob has actually applied to my school (though not his own). No word yet from them, but if he interviewed and if he were offered a position, I could stay in my current position. That would be a really tough choice for me. However, that is a distant, distant possibility, so I won't worry about that.