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Techincally, unpacking is more than half done (translation: I actually put my bags away immediately instead of letting them stand at the foot of my bed forever. Pretty much everything else is piled on a side of my futon.) I really should do the season change switch of clothes out of the big tupperware box, but well, the seasons seem pretty intent on not changing since it's going to be in the 60s and even 70s all week.
My brain is also trying to talk me out of cooking dinner. I do have lots of chicken sausage and tomato soup after all. *ponders*
Supernatural is niggling at the back of my brain. Since I started trying to write PT's story, my muse is trying to wake up. Which means that what I wrote in one brother's POV now seems wrong and the muse is playing it through from the other POV. As well as debating exactly what ages the boys are and what the case is. You know, I remember a time when several days in science meetings would equal lots of pages of prose. I don't know if it says that I'm less or more depressed now that it doesn't. What am I saying, less. Definitely less. It's just hard to remember that sometimes.
So, according to B, the lab is imploding worse than usual. Hell lab boss is more depressed than ever -- he won't hardly talk to anyone, he took a "surprise" vacation that he told no one about, and he's not even attempting to manage the lab except to come up w/ stupid rules because he's running out of money. basically now everyone has to ask before they order anything. Except, that would be expecting the asian contingent to actually tell anyone else what they have. B's had the issue several times of ordering new antibodies specifically for himself, but before he can do the experiment, two of the asian contingent hurriedly use them all up in fishing experiments (ie, go and see what happens if you add this antibody to that blot, but no hypothesis to speak of). Plus, B spent a lot of time almost yelling at the boss as he asked why we ordered X when we have it here --- in reality, they are different types of antibodies for different types of techniques. *rolls eyes* This is stuff a first year grad student gets, but he had to explain it to the boss five different times in one hour.
Even worse, most of the postdocs have taken to going into boss's office and yelling at him -- I kid you not. Boss is not the type of person that thrives on conflict. In fact, he avoids it so much that if he doesn't know how to deal with you, he'll ignore your existence to the point of avoiding your bench space. But these postdocs have been yelling at him for long periods of time and loud enough that people in neighboring offices have to leave. Granted, I can understand it, but one of them - eternal postdoc - is yelling over the fact that bossman hasn't been giving him any help in finding jobs. Now, if we ignore the fact that eternal postdoc is one of the most incompentent PhD's I've ever met in my life, it still doesn't matter. During my stint in hell lab, four people left. One was told he had to get out by X day and received absolutely no help in finding a job whatsoever. One had one lined up months before she left -- but again, the job was not obtained through boss's contact. Third went to work for a pharm startup in texas -- again, little if any help from bossman. Fourth, he might have gotten some help, but not sure. Before he got a job at a U back in china, he'd gone on dozens of interviews in the states unsuccessfully. Again, I doubt he'd gotten much help there.
So they're yelling at him expecting him to change the way he's managed the lab and people for the entirety of his career. Not going to happen. Speaking from personal experience I did everything but change my sex to try to make my relationship w/ the man work -- it just wouldn't happen. B's figured out a way to do it, but it involves a lot of time and effort.
*shakes head* Always good to be reminded of the hell one's left behind, I suppose.
My brain is also trying to talk me out of cooking dinner. I do have lots of chicken sausage and tomato soup after all. *ponders*
Supernatural is niggling at the back of my brain. Since I started trying to write PT's story, my muse is trying to wake up. Which means that what I wrote in one brother's POV now seems wrong and the muse is playing it through from the other POV. As well as debating exactly what ages the boys are and what the case is. You know, I remember a time when several days in science meetings would equal lots of pages of prose. I don't know if it says that I'm less or more depressed now that it doesn't. What am I saying, less. Definitely less. It's just hard to remember that sometimes.
So, according to B, the lab is imploding worse than usual. Hell lab boss is more depressed than ever -- he won't hardly talk to anyone, he took a "surprise" vacation that he told no one about, and he's not even attempting to manage the lab except to come up w/ stupid rules because he's running out of money. basically now everyone has to ask before they order anything. Except, that would be expecting the asian contingent to actually tell anyone else what they have. B's had the issue several times of ordering new antibodies specifically for himself, but before he can do the experiment, two of the asian contingent hurriedly use them all up in fishing experiments (ie, go and see what happens if you add this antibody to that blot, but no hypothesis to speak of). Plus, B spent a lot of time almost yelling at the boss as he asked why we ordered X when we have it here --- in reality, they are different types of antibodies for different types of techniques. *rolls eyes* This is stuff a first year grad student gets, but he had to explain it to the boss five different times in one hour.
Even worse, most of the postdocs have taken to going into boss's office and yelling at him -- I kid you not. Boss is not the type of person that thrives on conflict. In fact, he avoids it so much that if he doesn't know how to deal with you, he'll ignore your existence to the point of avoiding your bench space. But these postdocs have been yelling at him for long periods of time and loud enough that people in neighboring offices have to leave. Granted, I can understand it, but one of them - eternal postdoc - is yelling over the fact that bossman hasn't been giving him any help in finding jobs. Now, if we ignore the fact that eternal postdoc is one of the most incompentent PhD's I've ever met in my life, it still doesn't matter. During my stint in hell lab, four people left. One was told he had to get out by X day and received absolutely no help in finding a job whatsoever. One had one lined up months before she left -- but again, the job was not obtained through boss's contact. Third went to work for a pharm startup in texas -- again, little if any help from bossman. Fourth, he might have gotten some help, but not sure. Before he got a job at a U back in china, he'd gone on dozens of interviews in the states unsuccessfully. Again, I doubt he'd gotten much help there.
So they're yelling at him expecting him to change the way he's managed the lab and people for the entirety of his career. Not going to happen. Speaking from personal experience I did everything but change my sex to try to make my relationship w/ the man work -- it just wouldn't happen. B's figured out a way to do it, but it involves a lot of time and effort.
*shakes head* Always good to be reminded of the hell one's left behind, I suppose.