Purposeful chocolate

Focus and quick typing

lead to the perfect manuscript.

Focus feeds on dark tannic chocolate,

typing burns calories and sweet molecules.

The chemistry in my body brings

science and creativity to the world.

How to stay competitive when you work part-time

Working part-time has given me lots of benefits.. especially the possibility of pursuing writing! Thank you for reading ❤️

How to stay competitive when you work part-time

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Remember the fridge

Thinking about the different places where I have worked… only the fridge never lies!

Corporate culture is in the fridge: the cold litmus test

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the fridge is smiling even at work

Commuting is empowering for stressed mums

I was yesterday on the train thinking about the time spent commuting and if it is s sacrifice or not… I put my ideas together int his short piece for Medium.

Commuting is empowering for stressed mums→ discover how to turn it to your favour

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in the train to commute, a peaceful time

A woman’s look

In the room we sit professionally
With our glasses of wisdom
And preconceived expectations.
Our opinions drop majestic
Yet unheard.
We will do it anyway .
We look at each other,
We know we can together.

Attending with a roar

Opinions fly across the room,

Eyes tell the truth,

Hands will shape the outcome

Of a meeting full of personalities and Silent dissent.

Dance me to the moon

I jump in the air while sitting still

In this pinky sunset in a deserted office.

I sing in my head pretending to listen

In this meeting with too few friends.

I dance to a sweet melody

For each moment that gives me clarity.

With a science degree

The scientific community is like a big family, each person has a passion and succeeding generations build a legacy.

It has been an honour being featured in With a Science Degree

Thank you Elizabeth @aScienceDegree !

New material

I was thinking how to have a moment of rest at work when tasks get too demanding and my brain is tired… I collected these 6 ideas in the latest infographic of having a moment of rest without your colleagues to notice. What do you think? What’s your favourite? 💤

6 ways to look busy at work, how to pretend you are working in the lab

I won again

I won again

And I sit in this train of early explorers.

I won again

And I found that smile for my face

Even today.

I won again

And I will hunt or gather for our family

One day more.

Assault

With hate and empty handed,

I let this nature assault me and invade

My little mental freedom.

The weekend has come,

I am all out and breathing

Away my research voids

And personal strategies.

Mountain train

This train drives fast

And flowers the curve of a mountain

With a strong personality.

Now grass, then rocks,

Cross our way

And get tamed.

Yet nature hugs us

And accompany the end of our flash back

Towards routine and work and planning

A days of attention and reward.

Aran

The year starts dark

And cold on my face

While you sleep sweet.

Tiny and helpless in your bed,

You gather your strength and fearless

Explore and learn each day.

Brave, yet a baby,

Curious, yet checking on mum,

Each day you grow away

And into my life.

Heart scream

i hear my heart screaming

And my mind shushing it

With no respect.

Timid and true

The heart keeps silent

And the show goes on.

I am surrounded by balance

With a under loud core.

True to myself,

I open the valve.

Breaking

Your body whispers

A break is needed.

Reluctant and fearful

You move your body

while your mind conputes

and forecasts experimental results.

The coffee is warm

Yet fades quickly

In the run to a career.

Pure green

Escaped from the lab coat,

Devoid of ask analytic tools,

I dive into the garden

And let geometries of leaves

And flying perfumes surprise me.

They narrate a story

Written only for me

That will take me away

For the most precious moment of the day.

Tired hands

Refill these hands

That worked hard and bled today

To add beauty and respect

To old clothes.

Hands not smooth and not shy

That travel quick through the stitches

And join the borders of a hot Sunday.

Give them water, a shake, and a rest

In your lap

Until fresh again.

Future today

What hides in the grass

Grown in this day of transition?

Fruits like Easter eggs

Are hard to see,

Yet precious and rewarding

For the eye of the naïve.

Work, health, friends, emails, future plans

Are ripening hidden in the green

Of hope and routine.

Bored at the desk

The duty and the honour

Of working and walking

While all i see

Is time going by

With no flavour.

Patiently i shout and consider

Possibilities and present chances

Inventing a new setting

For me, for us,

Where time is only in the background

And not so abundant.

Office magnet

My stomach a fist

When entering the door

Of predigested decisions

And bland ideas.

The tiny speckle of hope

And possibility of self expression

keeps me going

In and out.

Fantasy cosy

I twist my time

Advocating for everybody

Ok this synthetic office chair.

I forget my story,

While I actively and furiously write it

Reach moment.

Frustrated by inaction,

I surrender to fantasy.

Autumn vibes

Get up and get inspired
In this opaque autumn day
That has nothing reserved in its poor pockets
Just for you.
Grab these dead red leaves
And colour your way to work.
Get spinned by this wind of change
And hold on
To those who know love.

Joy Friday

Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.

Science punch

Days and years in and out of the lab
Are now a story and a small contribution
To a vivid community
Of hunters.
Scientists share and compete
Building a library and a better world.

Work email

Three tiny suspension points
Keep me hanging from a finger
From my desk.
The text was succint
and the short sentence closed
By a point
But i cannot find the real meaning
That those carefully chosen words
Hide.

Desk mirror

Even this tiny mirror
Can entrap my pride
When choosing what to do
And, this way, be.
Like milestones on the long road,
It will return me the truth
Regularly and unasked.

Overdressed work

I march unnaturally
And the strength is artificial
When fighting is not a choice
but the only solution.
I March stiff and serious
For what will come through the door
And not only my body will be overdressed,
Yet judged.

Story show

My story is apparent
On the skin of my willing hands
And on the edges of my smiling mouth.
I have written thousands of sentences,
Yet none is enough
Or necessary.

White escape

Add a stroke of pink to your writings
And a curl to your Ts and your Is
When the window is closed
and no escape can be found.
The head down on the white paper
Can imagine a world of fun and flowers
With exercise
Even In a grey cubicle.

Train catcher

Rushing to the train
Is an art on its own
That only with intelligence you can master.
Quick and instinctive my steps
used to accelerate behind the illusion
Of being the first.
I was crashed and let alone on the track.
I learnt too appreciate each step
That with consciousness I stamp on the ground
And can guide myself faster to the station.

Sun break

I caress my petals in the sun
And embrace the astonishing landscape
Of water and mountains
Dotted with white fluffy sheep
With short memory.
I turn and stare absorbing the energy
Irradiated
And keep it within.

Work prize

It has a warm price
The recognition of your work by a friend.
Work talks stay at work
And the focus is down to that stained bench
That stores your weapons and your solutions.

Music hole

The Black hole is approaching,
Sucking me in with its energy
Of criticism and judgement.
I builds my personal joke
To laugh inside while I agree
To your pointing fingers.
No Black on me but only radiating music.

Work prize

My body is soft
And weak to the fight
Telling me evolution might have not
Made me a favour.
Tasks get tougher worth the years
And thoughts more demanding
While the prize shines of gold and reputation.

Sunny inside

You surprised me today
And you spontaneously made me
Feel sunny on the inside.
The clouds vanish slowly
Like whitish fog on the calm sea
While words are written and numbers calculated
In this personal concrete office.

Dress strong

So sleeping, I choose my dress
In the dark of the bedroom
As an armour for the day.
A sharp colour for subtle affirmations
And a sleek shape to slide through
Confrontation.

Stick around

The work revolves around
With a touch of nonsense and void.
What makes sense to me
Is not a peculiarity and of no importance
To the reasonless pressure and optimization.
I will observe and learn,
I will stick around.

Urban travel

The synthetic smell of rain on the asphalt
Will stay with me today
And remind me of the aggressive civilization
I belong to.
No flowers of green
On the way to work
To greet my struggled motivation.
What went wrong can be fixed,
Feelings of inadequacy
Linger in the air.

Todo list

Plan, play smart, identify the tricker
While smoothly you pretty walk to work.
Lists of duties and to-dos
Assemble and diverge dynamically
Through the day
In a mind striving for childish amusement
and solar passions.

Work rainbow

I draw delicately my borders
And guard them with criticism
the whole day in the lab.
I paint the intruders
of the colours of support and good attitude
While their footprints contaminate and enrich
The working space or me.

Berry mood

Feeling precious and sunny today
I carefully choose my dress
and move on to impress
the grey factory’s corridors.
I spread my tiny black seeds
that numerous leave marks
I will see after the rain.

 

Working jamboree

WE talk of work, we speak numbers,
Hiding our personality behind white shorts
And grey skirts.
The day passes and I don’t recognize myself.
I listed my past curiosity
and what my hands can do with passion
To return myself at the end of the day.

Easy slipper

In my mind, I wear slippers
all day long
while cruising the factory
and criticizing the dynamics of the office.
Slippers with fluff, slippers offering total protection
from those envious eyes and those inner critics
that only a warm tight hug can silence.

 

Unapologetic

The word of the day is long and winding
As a whole life travel can be.
I am climbing this Everest in flip-flop
And years have passed
And yet I am restarting
to educate the old new new people
I hate.

Protein sun

I lye satisfied on the concrete
Washed by the sea and the sweetness of reward
After a year of thoughtful work.
The heat unfolds my thoughts
and my skin relaxed,
finally breathing.

Process game

I pass you the message
My mind everyday hopes for
In a meeting with coded words
And flying smiles.
A shared vision for the lab
And for the proteins
Become dotted and our poor ideas
Cannot overlap today.

Water within

I sip slowlsy this day
made of too much talking
and too little fresh air.
I let no minute pass under my eyes
while the night rises
with its promise of companion and delight.

Meeting etiquette

Your opinion is loud in your head
And will not rest
until it is shouted to those bosses.
The setting is absorbing the sounds
And the meeting proceeds
with no hype.
All are listening and pretending,
A few decide
On the apparent democracy.
Raising your voice is not welcome
And hiding your knowledge
behind a subtle question
might be your only expression.