departmental shenanigans
1) One of the profs told me this story today. Years ago, the uni didn't have any security measures in place around the handling of cadavers. Now we have restricted access, cameras not allowed etc. In particular, the windows of the dissection room are frosted and sealed shut. This is because, back when they were openable, a medical student once poked his head out and called down to the workers below, "Do you need a hand?"
You can see where this is going.
Prof said he didn't know if the student was dismissed, but one worker had to be taken to the hospital for shock.
2) The lab has a whiteboard because whiteboards are useful. Yesterday someone doodled a mouse on it. Yesterday evening I added a pair of hands, one about to grab the mouse and one holding the scalpel, and put in a lab bench and mouse torsos floating in specimen jars. (This lab kills mice, sheep, and with my arrival now chicks.)(Mice hang out a few doors down from the lab, in the staff lounge/tea room. You'd think they'd get a clue, but...) Today my supervisor looked at the drawing and added a sixth finger to one of the hands. And then he said, "Who's the mutant now?"
Supervisor: made of awesome.
3) On that note, one of my staining runs failed today. Supervisor and I go through possible causes. Nothing really jumps out, so I say, "I think I angered the gods."
"Yes, that's quite possible," he says, and then in the same tone of voice that he uses to ask me if I remembered to add H2O2, "Did you remember to make a sacrifice?"
"Uh sorry no I forgot."
"Ah see that's where you went wrong."
Supervisor: made of condensed awesome.
4) I told him this joke:
The hare sits in front of the bush and writes something. There comes a wolf. "Hey, what are you writing?" "My Ph.D. thesis." "And what is its subject?" "'Hares eating other beasts'." "But how is it possible?" "Look behind the bush, you will know." The wolf enters the bushes and never comes back. Then there comes a bear. The same happens. In the evening the hare collects his papers and looks behind the bushes. There, on a heap of bones, sits a well-fed lion. Moral: The thesis subject doesn't matter, but who your academic advisor is, does.
He lawled.
5) Today I cleaned the incubator. I am incredibly glad I did because the water was evolving.
6) FUCK, FUCKING KEYBOARD IS FUCKIGN FUCKED GODFUCKINGDAMNIT
FUCKING FUNCTION KEY
...it's just become incredibly temperamental, in the space of a few keystrokes it keeps switching to numlock on and numlock off without me doing anything
...wait I just uninstalled the HID keyboard device driver and now it's working normally again
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND
You can see where this is going.
Prof said he didn't know if the student was dismissed, but one worker had to be taken to the hospital for shock.
2) The lab has a whiteboard because whiteboards are useful. Yesterday someone doodled a mouse on it. Yesterday evening I added a pair of hands, one about to grab the mouse and one holding the scalpel, and put in a lab bench and mouse torsos floating in specimen jars. (This lab kills mice, sheep, and with my arrival now chicks.)(Mice hang out a few doors down from the lab, in the staff lounge/tea room. You'd think they'd get a clue, but...) Today my supervisor looked at the drawing and added a sixth finger to one of the hands. And then he said, "Who's the mutant now?"
Supervisor: made of awesome.
3) On that note, one of my staining runs failed today. Supervisor and I go through possible causes. Nothing really jumps out, so I say, "I think I angered the gods."
"Yes, that's quite possible," he says, and then in the same tone of voice that he uses to ask me if I remembered to add H2O2, "Did you remember to make a sacrifice?"
"Uh sorry no I forgot."
"Ah see that's where you went wrong."
Supervisor: made of condensed awesome.
4) I told him this joke:
The hare sits in front of the bush and writes something. There comes a wolf. "Hey, what are you writing?" "My Ph.D. thesis." "And what is its subject?" "'Hares eating other beasts'." "But how is it possible?" "Look behind the bush, you will know." The wolf enters the bushes and never comes back. Then there comes a bear. The same happens. In the evening the hare collects his papers and looks behind the bushes. There, on a heap of bones, sits a well-fed lion. Moral: The thesis subject doesn't matter, but who your academic advisor is, does.
He lawled.
5) Today I cleaned the incubator. I am incredibly glad I did because the water was evolving.
6) FUCK, FUCKING KEYBOARD IS FUCKIGN FUCKED GODFUCKINGDAMNIT
FUCKING FUNCTION KEY
...it's just become incredibly temperamental, in the space of a few keystrokes it keeps switching to numlock on and numlock off without me doing anything
...wait I just uninstalled the HID keyboard device driver and now it's working normally again
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND