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1/n: I’m up. About to write. And, I felt a spirit washing over me to thread about how collaborating with good ppl is so productive re: the below-mentioned pre-print. https://twitter.com/KizzyPhD/status/1353732992775151616
2/n: Last week, on Saturday, we had a meeting re: variants & discussed the “need” to get data to the public. While I ignored your DMs 
, concern about the 484K mutation of the so-called “SA strain” was heeded by all parties.
We had the data.
Y’all needed to see it.
https://twitter.com/kizzyphd/status/1350471555726385154
, concern about the 484K mutation of the so-called “SA strain” was heeded by all parties. We had the data.
Y’all needed to see it.
https://twitter.com/kizzyphd/status/1350471555726385154
3/n: It was clear that the writing was about to be mostly my responsibility. But, I had the following last week that were driving me into an anxious spiral: (1) another paper to submit (2) a Stadtman investigator talk (yay prospective tenure-track) (3) Inauguration (4) etc.
4/n: Swamped beyond, I ended the conversation with, “I’ll outline this by the end of the day, but full disclosure... I’m going to need some help. This week is bad.”
5/n: Darin and Bob (*see author affiliations*) didn’t judge me, although I felt the statement oozed laziness (I felt like a “productivity pooper”).
Darin: “Kizzy, we are here to help.”
Bob: “I’ll start as soon as you get the outline to us.”
Darin: “Kizzy, we are here to help.”
Bob: “I’ll start as soon as you get the outline to us.”
6/n: For the next week, drafts circulated with ease. And, then Saturday am (again... yea notice this trend of us having no time except 2:30 am and weekends), we were to finalize the edits/additions needed for submission.
7/n: It was my birthday weekend, & my man (yes, I have one to those who Google it 
) had a spectacular getaway planned, which I was going to cancel. But, instead one of my heroic postbacs (who did the lenti-based neuts) came to the rescue.
) had a spectacular getaway planned, which I was going to cancel. But, instead one of my heroic postbacs (who did the lenti-based neuts) came to the rescue.
8/n: I compromised the ability to work until noon with the promise I wouldn’t touch my computer until Sunday.
... & went on my surprise one-night getaway. There was luxury. I was pampered. makeup artist, chef, photographer. (All tested & masked).
Love & Light ensued.
... & went on my surprise one-night getaway. There was luxury. I was pampered. makeup artist, chef, photographer. (All tested & masked).
Love & Light ensued.
9/n: Mantra learned last week that I will carry forward into my career forever.
- ask for help
- get collaborators who love you & love them back
- hire ppl who have your back & have theirs back
&
- celebrate your damned birthday!!!
Happy 35th birthday to meeeee!!!
- ask for help
- get collaborators who love you & love them back
- hire ppl who have your back & have theirs back
&
- celebrate your damned birthday!!!
Happy 35th birthday to meeeee!!!
10/n: While I slept off my 2nd dose fatigue last night, he had the living room transformed for my @zoom_us party with fam/friends tonight. 
