Fuck I'm Old!

Has been a good night out, I've returned home after a few beers with work colleagues, with me celebrating another week without getting yelled at by the boss. I had my first lab meeting presentation this week and I didn't get a frown, destructive comment or confidence-crushing remark from the boss which was a relief, my talk actually went pretty well surprisingly. The fact that there were two potential new postdocs in the meeting might have had been a significant factor in my escape from a public flaming.

But man, tonight made me feel bloody old. So there we were, having beers, laughing and relaxing, when I look around the table and realise that I'm hanging out with Assistant Professors, Doctors and married couples with kids, mortgages and all manner of grown up responsibilities. It was about this time that I ordered another intoxicatingly tasty Lagunitas IPA Maximus (alcohol content 7.5%/bottle, woohoo!). Instead of the good old student days of having beers and bitching about our supervisors, there was a total reversal tonight, where talk revolved around our students (yes I'm helping to supervise a fairly lost summer student at the moment), and the difficulties of running your own lab.

Yeah so...um whatever, it's a pretty useless post, but I've had several beers so gimme a break! Right, all this despairing at how I am warrants another beer. And if you think that drinking alone is a sign of an alcoholic, well fucking hell, I'll drink to that.