My dad says I should write a blog post about how many jobs I’ve had in the past six months, and he’s certainly had worse ideas – so here is a snapshot of six months in the working life of a zoologish (warning: does not contain much zoology).
I realise that over the past few weeks I have been waiting until I have a ‘proper job’ or ‘something exciting’ sorted out before writing a post, but that actually goes against the ethos behind this blog. As we’re all aware, getting into research and conservation is incredibly challenging, and we all still need to earn money and have lives in the interim. So this is what mine looks like at the moment.
I’m sure when the Customs agent in Costa Rica asked what my occupation was, he wasn’t expecting me to freeze in much the same way you do when a distant relative asks you what you want to do with your life, stammering “I’m not- I don’t-“, oh dear. Later in the taxi, the driver asked if I was a biologist, and I said yes because my Spanish isn’t up to explaining the complexities of that situation.
Last week I had the great pleasure of attending the ASAB (Association for the Study of Animal Behaviour) Easter Conference at Plymouth University. It was a welcome break from job hunting and a chance to meet some really interesting people who are shaping the field of behavioural research.
After saying in my last blog that I hadn’t seen the pox seal or the one with the neck wound (Draal) that was how I started my week. Lucifer is the one with pox and despite the name is incredibly cute and sweet.
The days have all started to blur into one a little, even though they’re very different in the details. This week I had three ‘O’ (early) shifts and two ‘L’ (guess…) shifts.
Last week I finally got to hand in my notice at my office job, ready to head off to my next upcoming volunteer adventure on the 3rd of December. Handing in your notice is always a weird experience, a bit of guilt and nerves but also excitement and relief. Or is that just me?