Can't believe it's almost mid-April now, which also means I've survived 7 weeks of PhD life. As the saying goes: PhD = no life. Being surrounded by young energetic degree students is making me feel old. I may be a student by status, but I don't study nor have any study breaks or semester breaks or whatever breaks students get. Rather, I'd say I'm working everyday like any other employee and only have days off on public holidays.
It is still good for now as it's just the beginning. However, as I go further down the road, I can foresee myself easily working 24/7 without realising. This does not only apply to me, but to whoever is into research. When I was doing my Honours at the AgriBio building, they have this stupid alarm that goes off frequently, very very frequently. So everyone are required to get out of the lab or evacuate when the tone turns to an emergency calling. 3/10 times of that was for training purpose; and the rest were just false alarms. We can get immune to fire alarm and you'd need to literally drag us out if there really is a fire, all because our experiments are more important than our lives. Hahaha.
But I don't think there are any fire training at where I'm currently working. So I can happily stay in the lab and look at little giant ticks while blasting my music on my phone, and occasionally look out for quendas outside the window. At La Trobe, you'll see ducks. At Murdoch, you'll see quendas... like this. So cute!
