“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us …”

This quote from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens can perhaps sum up the feeling of anxiety we all experience at certain times, when our life flip flops between complete despair and a promise of success. This may be especially true if you are a graduate student or a post-doc dealing with work-related stress brought about by a number of factors.  As someone in a trainee position at the start of our scientific careers in the academic or corporate hierarchy, we are no strangers to stress. We work in the environment loaded with anxiety triggers: sometimes we feel powerless working in a state of perpetual uncertainty and lack of control, always exposed to extreme competitiveness and limited resources, long working hours, failed experiments, harsh criticism from reviewers or committee members, unrealistic demands from the adviser, and let’s not forget the “Publish or Perish” formula of the Ivory Tower. An article titled Grad School Blues published in The Chronicle Review reports that “Graduate school is gaining a reputation as an incubator for anxiety and depression.” As such, we are chronically exposed to anxiety triggers.

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Editor’s note: Obtaining a PhD is undoubtedly an intellectually challenging endeavor. However, many of us are unprepared for the extent of the mental hurdles we face on the road to our degree. Stress, loneliness, panic, anxiety, uncertainty, and depression are commonplace in most scientists’ career development at some point, yet these emotional struggles are rarely discussed openly. Couple this with the fact that many researchers find their work and sacrifices unappreciated by family, friends, and society at large and the strain can become overwhelming. At times it feels as though we’d benefit more from a therapist than from a PI.

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Data storage and backup are becoming more and more important as our lives become more and more digital. The average computer user has at least a couple gigabytes of important data that mustn’t be lost. However, very few people actually think about backing up their data, let alone backing it up in the cloud. There is also a common misconception that it is enough to have a single backup on a secondary disk or external hard drive. While this is the first step it is like going to the doctor and only taking one of the several medications she prescribed.

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Dear FlyGirl,

Do you have any good hair grooming products to recommend? 

-Annie

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Light switches on the wall: Concepts we take for granted

For much of my life, dealing with electrical lighting has been relatively straight-forward. Upon walking into a dark room, I flip a wall-mounted switch into the up position to turn the lights on. When I’m done in that room, moving that same switch into the down position turns the lights off. For the first 26 years of my life, turning something on or off had essentially become a “dogma” for me: up for on, down for off.

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As you may or may not know, I was a violinist well before I was a scientist. For some reason, teachers are much happier to put a violin into the hands of a six-year-old than they are a pipette or a beaker full of hydrochloric acid. Parents, on the other hand, are generally less impressed, especially when said six-year-old is encouraged to practice at home (a.k.a. impersonate a dying cat) for at least 20 minutes a day. But eventually I managed to make the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star “ discernable from the other strange sounds emanating from my violin, and I’ve been playing ever since.

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When asked what makes a successful scientist, researchers answered “work ethic, intelligence, and luck.” For many, the realization that a large component of their career success hinged on a factor out of their control was upsetting. We agreed and decided something had to be done to bring lady luck into the lab – specifically, to our bench.

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Postdocs are the hired guns of academic research. They come complete with technical expertise and motivation to tackle a new scientific challenge. The postdoc is regarded as a training position and for those who desire an academic career, this period is a springboard to that opportunity. In theory, a postdoctoral fellowship is not meant to be a prolonged period, in which dirty words like “decade” and “comfortable” come into play. Rather, a more focused approach would do us well- get in, get what you need, get out. But what happens if your experience ends up being more like get in, get stuck, get depressed? Is that the end of your academic dreams?

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Dear Dora,

Thank you for your recent article about leaving a postdoc quickly with your reputation intact. My question somewhat parallels the matter you addressed. In my case, I didn’t leave my postdoc quickly; in fact I remained with that lab for a full two years (almost to the day). However, I did choose to leave at that time because, given the time and effort I did invest in that lab, being as objective as I could be, I didn’t see any tangible progress between Day 1 and the day I left. I was told by my PI, when leaving, that I should write up any and all results in a manuscript format and that we would certainly work, long-distance, to publish whatever had been successful either as a standalone paper (1st authorship for me) or combined with someone else’s project (2nd authorship or onward for me, but at least something!). I diligently wrote up what I had, but no publication ever arose from the two years I spent as a postdoc in that lab. All-in-all, I have very little to show from all the time and effort I invested.

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The other day I was talking to my parents via Skype when we were rudely interrupted by a very loud bird. It was a starling, and it was hanging out on the chimney, its (very loud) song echoing down into my parents’ living room.

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