A scientist's lifeDiary of a postdoctoral scientist, who works tirelessly in a lab somewhere.You don't know what- September 7, 2008 I was thinking about George's position in our group, on how more than a few people in our group was....sort of against him, in that he annoys people more than he is aware. I didn't allude to it in the previous post, but let me tell you about the plasmid incident. Now, George has done a few transfections. Trasnfections use plasmids. Natural scientist logic dictates that you should get to knowhttp://labcoats.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-dont-know-what.html Why do I help you- September 5, 2008 Why do I help other people in the lab In no particular order, because it depends on the person in need... (1) If I help them now, when I need something later they might help me (i.e. payback). (2) I am a nice person. (3) I am a nice person and I want confirmation of that. (4) I like the person I am helping. (5) If I help them and teach them, they won't break our piece of equipment. (Applieshttp://labcoats.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-do-i-help-you.html Talk talk- September 5, 2008 I have never spent so much time in a day in meetings and talkingdiscussing. It's amazing how information doesn't get spread. Our dear boss has this tendency to think that we (lab minnows) can read his mind. He has this thing where he fails to share information with us. You know, we might be really good, but we are not telepathic. I think he either thinks that he has told us, or will share withhttp://labcoats.blogspot.com/2008/09/talk-talk.html That's Dr. to you- September 4, 2008 Do you use Mr. or Mrs. or Miss or Ms. before your name You may call me Dr., like it says on my credit card. Why Because I'm worth it. Nah, really. When I was doing my Ph.D., one guy who was doing the same said that he would never use Doctor before his name even after getting the Ph.D.. I didn't understand why. I mean, you earned it, right You have the right to use it. I never questioned thathttp://labcoats.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-dr-to-you.html Death by sexy again- September 4, 2008 Was tissue-culturing at 3pm, and bingo, the xylene smell is there again. This was just 5 hours after getting a forwarded email from the Big Cheese of the Craphole Building about how everything was solved and lovely and there would be no xylene fumigation services. Fuckers. I can't fucking wait to get out of this hell-hole. In, to the spanking new building. Where we only have one -80 freezerhttp://labcoats.blogspot.com/2008/09/death-by-sexy-again.html |