I live a sedimentary lifestyle. Right, I know it's sedentary, but I never get to use that word. I took geology in college for some reason, I suppose because I thought it would be an easier class than say, chemistry, which I completely struggled with in high school. But studying rocks? Ok, here's a rock, and there's one - how hard is that? Even studying birds sounds more difficult, I mean those things move around like crazy. As it turned out, studying rocks is really effing hard.
It was the first science class from which I ever really learned something: how an area's climate is determined, how temperature and water vapor create clouds and rain, why the Grand Canyon looks like layer cake and how fossils are formed. Every assignment I read (of the ones I read), I remember thinking, gosh that's super cool. Even stuff like metamorphic rocks, because did you know that extreme pressure can transform one rock to a totally different rock?
What a wonderful metaphor to have at my disposal. I'll just sit at my desk today, my mind racing to keep up with all the crap I have to get done, with all of the demands of this job, the stress of trying to perform and keep performing, with the anxiety that any moment a partner will swing by and say, "where the hell is that research I asked for?" or "why in gods name did you fail to define the acronym 'IR&D' in this memo?"; all the time wondering how long it will take for my metamorphosis into the kind of rock that actually gives a shit.
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