When people think about to travel to the future, it is likely that they think about money.
It is likely that they think to buy a Sports Almanac, just like Marty McFly did.
In my case, I will travel to the future and I will return without money and even more disappointed than I was at the beginning.
When I originally published this post, I was about to have a job interview via Skype.
It was an opportunity to work in a private foreign University.
They looked for a psychologist with experience in teaching.
It was even better if the candidate also had experience in research.
It was my profile, which is rare.
80% of opportunity jobs in my research field are devoted to specialists on sophisticated techniques of molecular biology and they don't even consider behavior as a relevant issue.
A lot of these opportunities employ specialists on these techniques as workforce, and are focused on the study of plants and microorganisms.
The main point of this type of research is to produce valuable food and to increase the exportation and the sales of these products.
As the interview approached, I was even more nervous.
I was supposedly watching a soccer game on TV.
Nigeria and Iceland played at the Volgograd Arena.
Even though I enjoy World Cup -I have watched all of them since USA '94-, I couldn't stop thinking about the interview.
What if I started to behave as an idiot?
What if I started to sweat like crazy?
What if I started to stutter?
What if I suffered a blackout?
What if the interviewer was a neurotic?
I have always been better doing what I do, rather than selling what I do.
I am a researcher, not a salesman!
(In any case, what I sell is research when I write original papers or when I write research projects).
The interview was more friendly than I expected.
The interviewer was a young girl and she was too polite.
At the end, the job offer was a really good one.
I felt pretty fine.
The salary was awesome.
They gave you benefits, they paid you vacations once a year...
All I had to do was to do the same activity I've been doing for the last ten years almost for free. It really sounded like fun.
For the entire day, I was thinking about it.
Didn't I deserve a job like that?
Of course.
I became SNI shortly after I ended my PhD.
I have experience in teaching at both undergraduate and graduate levels.
Thought this job would be the opportunity I had always been waiting for.
I was so enthusiastic, making plans with my wife.
All I ever wanted was to have enough money to buy my own house.
Raising a baby and doing it in the best environment and with the greatest comforts.
As I re-write this post, I feel so miserable.
On July 17th, I received an e-mail from the interviewer.
While it happened, I was answering the comments the reviewers had made to my last original paper as a first author.
We employed a postnatal overnutrition murine model to explore the role of an orexigenic system from the lateral hypothalamus.
On the last decade, this system has been studied on genetically obese models.
One of the reviewers was particularly strict. She even asked us to re-analyzed the entire data. The paper includes behavioral, pharmacological and Western Blot data.
I saw the e-mail notification and my heart started to beat like a war drum.
I finished the comment I was working on and checked my e-mail.
It seems that rejection is inherent to my life.
I fail over and over again.
The most common phrase I have ever read is
"We're sorry to inform you..."
(How many times have I read this phrase?)
I am pretty used to bad news.
I am kind of tired.
Maybe I should have learned how to fix cellphones or cars.
What I like to do is barely attractive to the society.
Once I assimilated the notice, I e-mailed the interviewer.
I just wanted to know why did they had just decided that I was not the best candidate.
She insinuated to me that her boss decided to hire someone else, from the same University.
At the last hour, her boss apparently decided to change the profile they were looking for.
I am a lucky guy in love, but a disaster to get a real good job.
For years I've been working just because I like what I do.
For years I've been working for free on holidays and weekends.
(For years I've been dealing with people which think I am a loser because I don't have a car.)
You could say that most people are like that, but you don't know that I form part of less than 1% of the economically active population in my country.
(I am pretty sure that you don't even noticed that Spanish is my native language.)
I will write on this post about my experiences with job interviews.
I'm about to have one and I'm so nervous!
This opportunity would completely change my life and I want it so badly to happen.
Also I would like to write about all the kind of jobs I've had.
Maybe the post will focus on a girl I met when I worked in a hotel.
Or maybe on a German girl I met when I wanted to work as tourist guide in Playa del Carmen.
My Heart Is Broke, But I Have Some Glue
