Posts Tagged ‘pharmaceutical’

The Post – Ants, Baby-Boomers, and the Greater Good

January 7, 2011

The BBC Online just published an article: Leaf Cutter Ants Retire When Their Teeth Wear Out. Now given the title of this post I can imagine you’re connecting ants to Baby-Boomers and protesting that we have better dental care so no forced retirement for us! 🙂  But not to worry.

Quite to the contrary, in reading the article, I was struck by a similarity between the two groups that has nothing to do with teeth, but a lot to do with continuing to have a valuable contribution, even as we age.

The BBC article summarizes research done by scientists at the University of Oregon and that was published in the journal, Behaviour Ecology and Sociobiology. I know, sounds like a real page-turner. But bear with me just a bit.

Apparently, using electron microscopes, they were able to verify that pupae of the leaf-cutter ant from Panama, Atta cephalotes, have mandibles as sharp as any razor blade we’ve developed and hence work great for chopping up leaves. Older ants, however, have much duller mandibles, about 340 x duller than pupae and it takes them twice as long to cut up leaves. Some of the older ants only have about 10% of the sharp cutting material left.

The leaves, by the way, are used in food production for the colony. The ants apparently use the sap for food, and they also use the leaf material to grow a fungus, also as food for the colony. (The fungus is a member of  the Lepiotaceae family.)

Anyways, given that the most labor-intensive job in the colony is the chopping of leaves, the ants have developed a system where the youngest ants do the cutting, and older ants carry the leaves back to the nest. They have devised a means where an older ant with little cutting ability left, can actually make a contribution to the colony doing a job they are better suited for. This serves the greater good by allowing the younger ones to what they do best – keep on cutting.

I thought about our society where often Baby-Boomers want to continue in a career path well into their later years rather than just heading out to pasture.  But often we need to reinvent ourselves a bit – pursue that career from a different angle, use our years of experience as a pro to make the whole effort more efficient. Do tasks we are best suited for.

I have a 30+ year medical and pharmaceutical research background. More recently I wanted to continue using that background but in a new way. I am now volunteering at a local science museum, using those 30  years of science, to reach out to the new generation coming up and fire them with a love of science. It is work I am better suited at now. I admire those my age who can still work double shifts or all-nighters at the local hospital lab.  It is no small achievement. I have been given the chance to avoid that, so I find my usefulness in other ways.

It carries over into other areas of life too, not just careers. It snowed recently and my husband and I were preparing to go out and shovel the driveway. Our 22-year-old son stopped us and told us he had it covered. In a short period of time he completed a job that I am still able to do but which would have taken me much longer. His willingness to step up to something he was best suited for, allowed me to work inside on things I was better suited to do. I felt tremendous gratitude.

So when I read about the leaf-cutter ants, I think, re-invention, and remember my son and the snow. 🙂

The Post – Apprenticeship, Take 2: Getting a Grip – The Anal-Retentive Takes Over

February 14, 2008

As I mentioned, I had reached that place in my Phase I apprenticeship where I had grasped that it takes a long time to become an overnight success. There is no way around paying your dues and learning your craft. You can’t short-change apprenticeship. I knew I did not want to give up my dream to write, so that meant going back to the drawing board, taking classes, and starting at the bottom, all of which would take time. This also meant I had to find some way to bring in an income while pursuing my goal. The most marketable skill I had was that I was an extremely detail-oriented anal-retentive, par excellance. As it turns out, not such a bad skill to have.

I don’t think I was born with that skill. It became second nature from the 15 years I worked in a hospital lab. In a hospital, there is no acceptable margin of error. You have to be right. No matter what I did in the lab, whether it was a crossmatch for someone’s transfusion, a glucose level for a diabetic, a blood count for a leukemia patient, or a drug level for someone’s medication dosage – I knew that the results I reported would directly affect someone’s life. A doctor would base a decision to treat, or not treat, change a dosage or a medicine, based on what I reported. If I was wrong, their lives would pay the price. That training deepened when I worked in the pharmaceutical company. There I validated hundreds of thousands of pieces of data with an allowable error level something in the neighborhood of 0.01 %. The bottom line – details mattered – and in becoming a writer, that wasn’t such a bad place to start.

I decided with that kind of skill, perhaps I could find some editing jobs. Phase I was supposed to be about going “out there” and experiencing, experimenting, and trying new things. So I searched both locally and nationally. I cold-called countless managing editors in all of the publishing houses to let them know I was available for work. I was so terrified on each call, I had my “script” written in front of me while I talked. I sounded assured and confident, even as I sat there rapidly skimming every book on copy-editing, proofreading, content editing, and freelance editing that I could get my hands on. This was survival. I HAD to make this work or I had to find another 40-hour, 9-5 job. If I had to go back to that, I had to give up my writing dream. That, to me, would have been failure. I had given up good jobs, and good income. I just couldn’t give up the dream, too.

I did a few copy-editing jobs for major publishers. That was an interesting time, including the one publisher who didn’t like my work because the editor in charge of that project was a semi-retired person who liked stickies with notes in brown colored pencil . . . ONLY brown-colored pencil. I used the wrong color. No one told me about the colored pencil thing. They later acknowledged that that particular editor was a little “persnickety.” Whatever. I moved on.

A local vanity publisher hired me as their editor – copy-editor, substantive editor, press release writer, you name it, I did it. The money was terrible – flat rate no matter how long the job – but it was money, and it was training. I learned a LOT. After a while I could quote sections of the Chicago Manual of Style by heart and knew it inside and out. The trouble with that local publisher involved getting paid. When their cash-flow stopped, so did mine. It took an attorney to collect from them, so I vowed, no more small self-publishers.

In keeping with experimenting, I answered an online position announcement on the copyeditors email list, for a “native speaker of US English who had experience with other cultures.” It turns out that Bloomsbury, a publisher in the UK was doing a “Global English dictionary.” They needed someone to review all entries to make sure all definitions were there for each word, that they were culturally correct, and sounded “American.” I didn’t expect much but went ahead and sent a note indicating I grew up in a very multi-ethnic community and had just spent 4 years in a British drug company. They gave me an online-test and I passed, so my next title became “lexicographer.” I am listed as one of the lexicographers in the Encarta World English Dictionary, as well as in a thesaurus. They were GREAT to work with and I recommend the experience highly. It was all done by email and overnight overseas deliveries of work, and they paid well . . . and on time. Their Barclays Bank checks were so beautiful that if I hadn’t needed the income, I would have kept one just to frame.

During this time I also became associated with a medical ethics board that would be the mainstay of my freelance work for 10 years. I reviewed the research study documents, and edited, and often rewrote the consent forms that the research subjects would sign. This job spoke to my heart. It used every bit of my medical and pharmaceutical background and then some, REQUIRED someone picky and anal-retentive, and it tapped something else in me – the strong desire to protect. My job was to protect these people by making sure we gave them consent forms that told them fully, what the research might do to them, good and bad. I was well-suited for the work, well-paid, and the job did not require a large chunk of my time each week. That meant – I still had time to write.

I went ahead and did the other direction for Phase I: get outside knowledge. I took courses through the Duke University continuing education program. Classes in essay-writing, picture books, fiction, and how to run a freelance business. I also took and completed two children’s writing courses through the Institute of Children’s Literature. I joined the SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators) and attended their conferences. I joined writing groups and paid authors to critique some of my work. And of course, collected more rejection letters.

I started to have a few successes in my writing efforts. I sold an essay to two parenting magazines about the heartbreak I felt every morning dropping my son at day care. I sold an essay to The Writer, and articles to Boys’ Life magazine. I even wrote two CliffsNotes – a result of one of the cold calls I’d made a year or two earlier – one for Dickens’ Great Expectations, and one for Michael Shaara’s, The Killer Angel. I still collected more rejection letters, but the quality of the rejections were getting better. 🙂 Busy editors took time to write personal notes on the form letters. Sometimes they even requested another revision or two before they said no. Overall, a good sign.

All in all, Phase I had taken a turn for the better, and I was learning a great deal very fast. My goal of seeing my name on the cover of a picture book, however, kept eluding me. Yes. Like many others, I had the idea that I should write picture books. They’re short, easy, quick to bang out, and besides, isn’t that what children’s writers write? I banged my head against the brick wall of the picture book writer idol for a long time before I finally surrendered to the truth that even my husband pointed out: I do NOT have a voice for picture books. He also noted I wasn’t getting any younger and maybe I should stop trying to be something I’m not, and focus on what my real strengths appeared to be . . . longer stories. When I finally accepted that truth, I also came to accept another set of truths: a good picture book writer, like a good poet, is rare. It takes special talent and voice, and writing a picture book is about the hardest, at least for me, of all children’s writing. Don’t let short deceive. Like the Tao Te Ching, those short entries are the hardest to do well.

UP NEXT: FINALLY, I GRADUATE TO PHASE II – FOCUSING THE LENS