Mad Scientess Jane Expat
It took me twenty-four hours to get from Los Angeles to London. That's a new record. I sat on the runway for two hours in Los Angeles because of air traffic control problems, missed my connection in Chicago, got on the next flight out and sat on the runway at O'Hare for three hours because of air conditioning problems. Clearly the air is out to get me. To add insult to injury, the taxi driver who drove me from Paddington to my flat took me past Mornington Crescent. Just because I'm an American, Mr. Cabbie, doesn't mean I don't know that the quickest route from Paddington to my home does not involve Mornington Crescent.
On a happier note, the following beautiful people came out to wish me farewell on my last day.
Normally these two sport the traditional grad student CRT glow, but they're looking quite tan here, since they'd just returned from their honeymoon on the Big Island (Hawai'i). I haven't seen them in nearly a year. He's A.B.D. on his Ph.D. in political science, so I was shocked I was able to get him to smile for this picture.
My former lackey and me with our, um, fourth pints of London Pride. He has yet to be unfaithful to me with another postdoc, and since he passed his candidacy exam last month, he won't be needing another anyway. But really it's because I'm enough for any grad student.
I did mention the part about those being our fourth pints, right? In two hours?
Stay in school, kids, so that you too can get drunk with a bunch of Asian postdocs. Can you feel the love here? Can you?