I am a scientist.
My questions are tiny and simple. I want to understand more about the human heart: how the heart fails, and how the heart can recover with help from artificial heart devices and/or medicines. Right now, I am looking at one tiny little protein that hangs out inside heart muscle cells. The end.
Science is not glamorous. We do not sit around pondering our existance or the afterlife or world domination. I spend 99% of my 16-20 hr workdays reading and writing manuscripts, writing grants, attending/giving lectures, ordering reagents/supplies, fighting for funding and the right to keep my little 190 square feet of lab space, fighting departmental politics...
Maybe 1% of my time is actually spent doing "science":
-Trying to figure out how to get a study up and running
-Trying to fix a broken piece of equipment (plugging it in often helps...)
-Performing experiments that often run well past midnight
-Generating data and crunching statistics
-Trying to figure out what the heck my data means (embarrassingly often, the data is artifact, nonsensical, or completely useless)
-Finding out that the data I got was crap... but hey look, what's THAT weird number mean...? And then go off in THAT direction... except you now realize that you know NOTHING about THAT direction, so you spend the next week straight reading everything ever published previously about THAT.....
At the end of the day, I grab dinner and beer(s) with my science or non-science friends, go out on dates, practice the piano, ski, roadtrip with friends, paint, clean my house, pay my bills.... typical life of someone in science.