could someone be kind enough to remind me why i chose a life of a research scientist... working gazillion hours a day and getting paid in peanuts?

Probably the same reason I did : because I thought it would be brilliant, intellectually stimulating, rewarding, and devoid (?spelling?) of the pettiness one can probably encounter in other fields. I honestly thought scientists didn't care about money and worked happily hand in hand and fatly paid (because of the prestige and the loooooong years in university, you know)

Ha ha ha, how could I be so naive???? No I have a diploma, but I hate the job.


Which brings us back to my collective suicide theory. OR we could move to a faraway island and live like hippies and sing songs or something. I volunteer as cook (I know nice ways to prepare fish).

I'll fish!!! Let me know when we leave!?!?

Simon

We should all have taken a hint from Albert Eintein who said;

'science is a wonderful thing if one does not have to earn one's living at it'.

Says it all really.

Have to say I think we all have a bit of sadism/masochism in us. We hate not being able to understand or explain something so we torture ourselves until we work it out - we are crazy!

there is nothing quite like have an experiment not work for 6 (*#&$^! months, and then it works perfectly.... quite a sense of achievement in that. champagne for all. crazy is good.

i compare science with magic. sometimes... things just work... and you can never explain why it didn't work the first 100000000000000000000 times.

Can I join fishing?