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Rant time!

There is a certain person in my lab (who shall remain nameless; those of you who know, will know) who has repeatedly gone over my head when it comes to the mouse colony. I manage the mouse colony. That is initially what I was hired to do. This involves basic things like breeding the mice, genotyping them, and keeping close track of which ones are needed for experiments. It's not a hard job, but it is made infinitely more difficult when people ignore that I am in charge of the colony and sacrifice mice without letting me know that that is what they are doing.

This has come to a head. He doesn't like the way we are going to be doing things in the future; sacrificing the mice in pairs (two people, not two mice), weighing the mice, weighing organs, etc. He likes working alone, he doesn't like coordinating with other people, because he likes to do things whenever it's completely convenient for him. When we told him on Friday that we were going to start doing standardized sacrifices, he complained. This morning I went down to the colony and noticed that three cages were missing. Since I am in charge of keeping track of things, I worried about it. I called him, knowing he was the most likely culprit, and he said he'd sacrificed them this weekend but hadn't emailed me yet.

What the fuck. I have told him repeatedly that he needs to inform me of anything he does with the colony. It's not like I'll tell him not to! I just need to fucking know!

I'm pretty sure he didn't tell me because he didn't want to "waste his time" doing the standardized procedures.

Fuck that. If he won't play nice, I'm not going to either. Now that I've written this entry, I'm going to go to talk to my boss. I'm tired of being disrespected over this.

[ED: This isn't the same problem as my last post.]

Tum te tum

Jan. 31st, 2008 04:13 pm
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Have been sitting next to the Mass-Spec all day and now my hearing in one ear is all funky. Curse you, Mass Spec.

Science-babble )

Today I borrowed Peter's bike so that I can bike home from the climbing gym. Fuckin' bus. The super nice thing about a bike is that you don't rely on any kind of schedule--you just leave when you want and get home when you get home. No standing aimlessly in the cold, waiting for some driver to notice you in the dark. No creepy dudes at the bus stop. Bikedy bike. I really do need my own.

But that comes after tickets to Minnesota to see Anna and Emily sing their pants off (hopefully not, that might be embarrassing) and also having my bunny stripped of a uterus. It sounds so nice when you put it that way, doesn't it?

Also! I really need to clean up my room and get more lamps so it's not dark and cluttered and depressing. Indeed. It's still not completely clean from when I moved in. I might actually want to spend time there if it's clean and well-lit.

So yeah.

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