I forgot all about this
May. 6th, 2011 12:09 pmThis popped back into my head the other day; I think I came up with most of it when I was in grad school.
(A musician now, you say?)
The Postdoc's PrayerBy the way, I am not making this up: I did my genetics work in the laboratories of Drs. Davy and Grace Jones. Which were down the hall from a geology annex. With a rock grinder.
Our advisor, who art in research,
Funded be thy lab.
Thy postdocs scrum,
around the rum,
on Friday, sometime 'round eleven.
Give us this day our papers read,
and forgive us our hangovers,
as we forgive those fucking geologists,
who never turn off their rock grinder,
no matter how nicely we ask.
For thine is the key,
to the storeroom, with the enzymes,
and all of our data.
Amen.
(A musician now, you say?)
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Date: 2011-05-06 07:13 pm (UTC)Personally, my pet peeve was being stuck in the unwanted lab space between the HF digester (with a leaky fume hood) and the particle-beam microprobe. Kampus Kops issued me with a rappelling kit, upon having concluded that my only safe emergency evacuation route was three stories straight down, out the small window behind my desk.
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Date: 2011-05-07 12:51 am (UTC)Actually, something of Whedon's has recently tempted me to return to Academia, but I've not yet found any Schools with a good program in Horribleness ;)
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