“If you don’t have a pedigree, don’t apply,” said one of my colleagues after I told him my ambitions about becoming a faculty member at some R1 school….

I decided to consider my pedigree… My undergrad prof  did a lot of good work – essentially inventing the concept of measuring secondary KIEs by NMR.  As you can imagine however, he’s now retired (he was quite old when I was in his lab).  My PhD adviser is, well, wrapped up in his world.  He’s young and has been successful and maybe in 10 years he’ll be someone with clout.  He’s certainly willing to throw down the shit to get me a job – but he’s very focused on getting to the point where his reputation precedes him.  He’s not there yet, though I have faith that he will.

My current boss is famous and award winning and all that… but that’s it.  That’s the extent of my pedigree:  A yesteryear superstar retiree, an ambitious young pup with hardly 200 publications under his belt and a post doc adviser who’s a frequent contender for the Nobel prize (but that cupboard is bare).  I wonder if that’s enough?

Then, there’s industry… but … *sigh*… I don’t want to work for [big phramra] industry.   If working at Eli Lilly taught me one thing it was that R&D was a show.  A distraction.  A way for a drug industry to claim it cost billions of dollars to bring a drug to market.  (Which is funny ’cause I think Zyprexa was the last drug Lilly brought to market from in house and it has cost them billions of dollars just to KEEP IT ON THE MARKET.)

Nevertheless, I won’t be going into big pharma.  I hated pharma research.  I think it’s a horrible place with limited ambitions and, if working retail to get my way through school taught me anything, I’d rather not invent ways to extend the life of obnoxious fat men.  Nature had a plan for fat men:  get depressed, die of congestive heart failure on the couch.  I’d rather not be a part of the team that cured fatness… if only so it wouldn’t deprive me of the pleasure of knowing fat men die on their couch.

Back to academics:  there are about 200 universities that offer PhDs in chemistry.  About 100 of them aren’t even worth applying to.  Of those 100, only a few hire every year.  Each job will consider about 500 candidates – and some of them will not hire a single one.

What wonderful things to be pondering before bed….

UPDATE: Maybe I should be more clear:  I was shitting on working for big pharma.  A job at IBM or some other materials research firm (or, maybe, Altec-Lucent) would be an interesting adventure, I think.  And yes, I do think working for big pharma sucks.  It pays well and lets you spend time with your family, if you own one, but it’s a depressing shithole with management always trying to pound how ever-close we are to being destroyed by a nationalized health care system/drug and price regulation/blah blah blah.

UPDATE II:  I should be clearer – I  wrote that post late at night while on Ambien.  I don’t even have a recollection of writing it.  It was written poorly, confusing and circular.  I’ve tried to clean it up and am tempted to just delete it.  I want to remind everyone:  If you take Ambien GO TO BED.  Don’t dick around on the computer until you get tried.  Ambien is bad juju.  Further, I have no explanation for the shit below.

P.S. You can make your own Kenyan birth certificate.  Look, I found one for that crazy lady lawyer, Oily Taintz: