23 January, 2008


So the cart in my lab is probably about as old as I am. It's made entirely of metal, made for a much shorter person than ever uses it, and rattles so much that you can't even hear your own footsteps when you're stomping. No, we don't have a nice new cart made of HDPE that doesn't rattle or anything. Ours is like an angry dinosaur in desperate need of new ball bearings.

Why do I mention the cart?

Because it occurs to me that I should stop running down the hallways with it, loaded with biohazard waste, before I knock one of the old tenured PIs over and have to wear a Crystal Violet "U" (for Unfit Scientist). But there are some PIs who'd be funny to chase...

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