The Genomic Repairman is currently a Ph.D. student who escaped from the deep south, and studies DNA damage and repair through biochemical and genetic approaches. He intends to use pine away about his scientific interests and rant about the things (and there are lots of them) that annoy him.
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1. You burned through our secondary antibody and told nobody when we were out, thus fucking up my experiments.
2. When we got said secondary antibody in, you said you would aliquot it out for use. This was two months ago, yet I'm aliquoting the fucking stuff out right now because I need some.
3. Yesterday you asked if you could borrow my power pack and I said yes if you returned it because I have to run a gel early in the morning. Low and behold, its the morning and power pack is gone. I can't find it anywhere in the lab, did you take it home with you or put it through some magical portal so that you could run your gel in Valhalla?
4. You ran something on my station and made a mess, because there is only the remnants of stickiness where liquid spilled. I'm hoping this is just transfer buffer or blocking buffer that gelled out and not anything that would further reinforce my fear of white foods (Its true, I rarely will even eat white rice. I might even throw a plate of mashed potatoes at you).
5. You also used my pipets. Normally I wouldn't care about this but these are digital pipets that you left in the unlocked position forcing me to have to recalibrate all my pipets this fucking morning as well as find a power pack to run my gel after cleaning the sticky fucking goo off my station.
6. My project binder and notes are scattered across the floor as you cleaned off my desk to make room for your neatly organized notes on my desk. This is about to be quickly reversed as I have no fucking clue why this happened, you have your own desk and station.
All of this could be prevented because you have your own desk, your own station, your own pipets, and your own power pack. Does my shit hold some mystical lab juju that yours does not have? Look I'm a dude who likes to help folks, but it looks like a damn hurricane of paper, liquid, and potentially ejaculate has hit my lab station. So as soon as I get this gel running I'm going to clean my station, take all your shit that you left in my station and toss it into a biohazard bag and leave it by your desk.
PS You fucking suck.
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Get 'em! Be sure that the lessons you are about teach are never forgotten. Make them count!
oh my. sorry. the lost power pack is interesting..... not that I haven't had it happened to me, I'm just curious where all these power packs go in the middle of the night? Cold room retreat?
Chall it might be a union mandated smoke break? Granted I can't ask her yet because she doesn't show up until almost 11 am.
How does she get away with showing up at 11? That's insane!
Eh, the postdoc in my lab doesn't show up until 10:00-10:30. So, you know, whatevs.
I show up around 10 usually. You get your work done here; my boss is way too busy to care about "face time."
I think my boss would pop an eyeball if one of us didn't come in until 11. We are required to put in face time. If he doesn't see you a couple weekends a month, even if it's just for a few minutes, then he pulls you into the office for a talk about your effort. If you do come in at 9 (at the latest) you need to stay until 6 or 7 for your efforts to count.
Word. I don't give a fuck when people are in, as long as their hours overlap to some degree with mine and they get their work done. If they don't, we have a talk and fix the issue.
Our scientists don't show up till 10-11:00. I personally like coming in way early (like 7:00-a.m.) since no one is here. I get the most done between 7:30 and 11:00 because no one is here. And I can reasonably justifiy leaving between 5-6 and don't usually feel guilty one bit.
Seriously, though- I think what would have driven me the most batshit crazy is #6. Do. Not. Put. Things. On. My. Desk. In grad lab- bench space was hard to come by and no one had a real area to call their own. Except the little "desk" space that we all had (essentially enough room for a stack of papers and a laptop). But it was "ours". No one else's. I would go NUTS when I came in and people had their crap (papers, labnotebooks, remants of last nights dinner) encroaching in on my space. Agh. My BP is going up just thinking about it.
I would like to hear more about this aversion to white foods, though.
Any one of those things would have driven me to a full on fucking naked, shrieking berserker frenzy. I'e been known to reduce grad students to tears because they asked me for a protocol more than once...
If *anyone* dared touch my shit. Well, game on motherfucker.
Our boss kind of wants us in the lab from 10-5, mainly in case he needs us for something, but he isn't a face time dude. But this kid is fucking noobie who still doesn't know their head from a hole in the ground. I don't care when she comes in, WHEN she can actually work independently but she is nowhere near close to that. She requires constant guidance and runs into problems all the times. So she needs a ton of hand holding but isn't here when the rest of the lab is and I'm not changing my schedule to suit her. The sad thing is that she has an MS degree in a closely related field but still can't comprehend a simple protocol. She showed me a western blot last week and asked pointed to like lane 10 of the gel and asked if that was her marker ladder? I looked at her like she just told me the fucking world was flat. The week before she spilled marker ladder into the adjacent lane and thought it was her actual sample. This time she tried to get me to believe that the marker ladder hopped 9 fucking lanes and took on a completely different banding pattern. I need a drink...
As far as my aversion to white foods, I had a friend in high school eat a restaurant that was later on the news that night for a waiter doing something awful to the white gravy. Nuff said.
She threw your stuff on the floor? Any of that would have pissed me off, but throwing my shit on the floor when clearing off my area to use? Someone would have gotten dangled off the roof a la Suge Knight.
or something to that effect... hm, compared to some here I might seem to nice. But I promise, my [nice?] way has worked (and gotten tears too though).
Yep, I'd definitely pay good money to see Tideliar lose it at a grad student! I'd pay more if you guaranteed tears!
People in my grad lab used to come in around 10-11, a couple of us were in around 9, but my bosses would rock up at midday and then stay til late at night and were renowned for asking you to do some last minute experiment or want to have a meeting as you were about to leave, so coming in early was always a bad idea. In my postdoc lab people get in much earlier (maybe a US vs UK thing?), but there's still the odd 11am straggler.
Chall and that's the issue, I've agreed to show here how to do a particular technique before. We agree upon a time and she never shows up making me further delay my work and then comes in late and asks when we are going to do it. Unless the boss specifically tells me to take time out to do something with her, I'm not offering it up again.
Maybe it's time to ask GRM's mom what to do about her. Maybe mom will have a few nuggets of wisdom!
Oh noes, if the person doesn't show at the time you two decided on... well.... you pick the time to do the one time to repeat the show and tell. If they don't show up for that, well... their choice, not your. You want help? Sure I''ll help. you want to mess with my time schedule after we've decided on that time? well, good luck with reading the protocol on your own.
(side note; email confirmation on "we're meeting Thursday 9 am at my bench" will make sure that you can say 'but you weren't there and that was the time in the email'. Wonder why I back everything up with emails nowadays ^^)
Exactly the approach I would take to this. Problem with this approach (and I saw it happen one of the 6th year grad students here) is that then said grad student can whine to boss man that "No one is helping me. It's not my fault that I haven't gotten anything done..." But f-it. Who cares.
You would think, too, that if someone is helping you with an experiment or showing you the protocol you would do everything short of kissing their a$$ to make sure the person is happy. They are doing you a favor! A little appreciation, consideration and gratitude goes a hell of a long way in my book.
As an aside- I take it if you prepared the white food your all OK with it then..:-)
Zeek, I still really don't even eat white food even if I prepare it. Better safe than the alternative...
Why did the comments get all wonky again?
Oh, I'll get this thing fixed for good...don't you worry.
Gotta love a good Herpes joke!
The more I think about it, the more I think the grad student has the hots for you. The situation has all the classic mating ritual signs. By throwing your stuff on the floor so she can neatly arrange hers on your desk she's sending the dual messages of "When we're hitched I'll let you leave your junk strewn all over the place" (which is a lie) and "Look, I can make a nice place for us" (potentially also a lie). Your messed up lab station? "Look, we can do stuff together" coupled with the subtext "But you get to pick up the pieces afterwards." Missing power pack, used up antibody and used pipettes? The classic "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine."
Dude, you're toast. Best start ring shopping and just get it over with. Tideliar and I will get started planning the bachelor party.
Odyssey, you're totally right! Congrats on the impending nuptials GR!
We were all noobies once although this one seems to be a particularly bad one. Even the good ones add extra work though because you have to constantly be checking up on them and redo what they do as well as your own work.
Absolutely fucking not!
Rule #1 of a forum - you can't edit comments. If someone says something and gets called on it they should stand by their weiting or apologise. If people can go back and edit you can say any shit you like and then simply change it later and make someone else (the defender) look like a tool.
If anything, grant one of the regulars MOderator powers to help you with "pls help I fucked up my comment" requests.
Nail -> Head
bang on mate. Now, strippers and beer, or beer and strippers?
Completely agree, here. Comment editing is way too easy to abuse in really bad ways for it to make it worth fixing careless typing mistakes. Just read over your posts before hitting "add comment," peeps!
Then Gentelmen we have butt one choice. A donkey chained to a railrod tie, handcufed to GR it is! WIth Uchoob shenangans
...oh and no jello shots w tih brains in them. bad plan