As I said elsewhere we scored some money from the ARC this week. We were not so fortunate with the NHMRC, which is a little bit of a shame because they’ve been paying my salary. (Our own fault—we haven’t found a disease state associated with our favourite protein).
I’m not on the dole yet though—the boss has offered to pay me from the ARC grants (which I’m taking as a sign that I must be doing something right). So now I’m just waiting for Immigration to process my visa application, otherwise I might be coming back to the UK sooner than expected and kipping on Henry’s floor, in which case the world will come to an abrupt .
Back luck about NHMRC grants. 🙁 But great news about the ARC.
Only about 26% of grants got up this year.
My normal retort normally goes along the lines of suggesting you sell your soul and become a management consultant, but given the current global economic state, I don’t think it’s advisable!
You’re assuming that my soul is still worth anything…
It’s great you’ve got some salary at least — I’m sure your ducking and diving skills, like those of all itinerant post-docs, is up for the challenge.
I have only one thing to say to that…
You won’t have to kip on the floor, Richard. We have a very comfy sofa. You might have to move the dog first, though.
Naw, she’ll make a comfy pillow.
Except for the teeth.
I promise not to bite her.
I should think not. We don’t know where you’ve been.
Sydney.