Fig. 1. I started with some loaner tables and a poinsettia gifted to me by a kind staff member who thought my office looked pathetically bare.
I bought paint samples and considered them in morning and afternoon lighting. I interviewed my colleagues about the types of desks they were using and their degree of satisfaction. I brought in an ass-ton of plants to add life and beauty and thoughtfully chose my decorations, rugs, and pillows. I wondered if I should be spending so much time making the space my own, but, secretly, I knew that this office would be home to the metamorphoses of my life.
I spent $800 on a desk chair, and it has ergonomically supported my rear end as I wrote my first grants, as I fawned over my students' data, as I called facilities about the never-ending clogged A level toilet, as I authored beautiful manuscripts, destined (I hope) to be of value to others. That chair held me when I did the most difficult thing I've done as a PI, which was to fire one of my students. And it held me when my nurse called to tell me that, after years of heartache, I was pregnant with my daughter.
These five years, each as important as the fingers on my left hand, have witnessed many firsts. Firsts can be thrilling, I suppose (my first time galloping on a horse that, incidentally, understood only Spanish comes to mind). Firsts in this job, though, are mentally challenging. Taxing. For me, the feeling of "been there, done that" has mostly been one of relief.
Fig. 2. The defining factors in each of my first five years.
So what were some of my firsts in this job as professor?
- Negotiated the purchase of equipment (difficulty will depend on the sales person, your patience, and whether or not you're flush with cash - hahahhaa right)
- Lectured to someone other than my husband
- Calmed rioting students after I returned their midterm
- Figured out how to return exams without causing riots
- Endured an undergraduate escalate a grading disagreement to the Dean's office
- Recruited and graduated a Ph.D. student
- Advised Ph.D. students that passed and failed qualifying exams
- Retained a student that I helped through a difficult time
- Fired a graduate student
- Sang karaoke at the department Festivus party and Ph.D. recruiting weekend
- Hired a postdoc
- "Starred" in a promotional video about my research
- Had researchers visit my group from abroad
- Threw a cocktail party for my departmental colleagues
- Managed a grant from the Department of Defense (push-ups are not a requirement in my quarterly reports. thankfully.)
- Pitched a review topic to an editor of a high profile journal. Was successful. Wrote review.
- Presented my research to the Dean's Advisory Board
- Cleaned non-self bodily fluids off of my office furniture
- Recruited new faculty to my department
- Consulted for a pharmaceutical company (it is surprisingly unnerving for your opinion to be worth hundreds of dollars an hour to someone)
- Sat on NIH study section
- Met Jennifer Doudna :)
- Assembled a promotion package
- Gave a conference talk to a packed house of 500 people
- Gave a conference talk to 15 people in a Grand Ballroom that seated 1500 (I wish I was kidding)
- Gave a conference talk while hung over. I had to lean on the podium.
- Drove from Paris to the Swiss Alps on two hours of sleep in a car I could barely operate during French air and rail strikes to get to a Gordon Conference. The sandwich I had at a rest stop along a highway in France was possibly the best, most delicious, most memorable sandwich of my entire life.
Fig. 3. Difficult journeys lead to beautiful destinations, like the Swiss Alps.
I know first experiences won't go away, and there will always be new things to keep this job interesting. But as the density of first experiences recedes, I can settle further into my $800 office chair, knowing that I've been able to handle a lot, and that surely, there is room for more.