I still have the keys to the lab. Well, they’re not “keys”, they’re two magnetic cards. The one for the hospital is probably blocked by now, but I’m pretty sure the other one (to get into the research building) still works. I haven’t been back since leaving the lab December 9th, the day of my defense. That’s exactly three months ago today.
I’m going back on Wednesday to meet with someone I did some work for back in October, to discuss those data. I guess I can let myself in with the key card. I’ll have to go by my own lab to pick up the binder, and only scheduled in 15 minutes for that (mostly time I predict I will need to search for the binder.)
I’m also e-mailing back and forth with a collaborator for a paper I’m third (?) author on, and will need to look for that binder as well. My memory is starting to fade. I know what he’s supposed to do calculations on, but I’m not sure if I’m describing it right without having the binder to look at.
My thesis is still at the binder. I think it should be done soon. I found a terrible formatting error that got into the final version. The tables in chapter 4 are mislabeled. I was close to crying when I noticed, even though I know that nobody is actually going to sit down and read my thesis start to finish. I guess I can still change the version for the National Library, and I can add an erratum to the version for the department library. That one has an ugly library permissions form bound into it anyway.
I found the mistake(s) when I was re-assembling a chapter into a standalone thing – a paper, if you wish – for submission to somewhere I can just dump the data and forget about it. They’re negative data, but random people have said that I need to publish it. I would have liked a peer-reviewed paper, but it’s not worth the hassle and stress and disagreements about the merits of publishing negative data, and I’ll probably just put it in Nature Precedings. I finished the first draft of this last night, and e-mailed that to a colleague – former colleague, I guess, after my leaving the lab – who had offered, months ago, to proofread it.
Once the weather settles into a definite spring, I also need to get my bike tuned up for the season, and bring that to work one day, so that I can make it back and forth to the hospital on my 30 minute lunch break and return the key to the bicycle cage that I still have, despite leaving the lab and hospital months ago, and for which I can probably get a deposit back.
It never ends, does it?