It piles up again: passaging cultures and workload is suddenly multiplied, particularly when the last remaining Lab Manager / Technician is about to go on holiday; and the PCRs are still not working, but I’m homing in on that one; and counting more fixed, stained cells; and piqued by how reps are always wanting to talk to you, with their hairstyles and their suits and their big smiles, but when you’re trying to get a quote for a large order of a product you actually need quick, you can’t get a response; and wondering how it’s so easy to select the one lovely colony from one well and the one grotty colony from another that collectively depict the result you want to show, which makes one wonder at all those papers that show single colonies and have us believe that they are ‘typical’; and how desperate must be those fraudsters who take the same colony picture and Photoshop-turn it 90 degrees or whatever for another paper’s figure, and figure no-one will ever notice; and wondering what I’m going to blog about this week, because some days I can’t find my muse, nothing sparks (those who were in Scott Keir’s Unconference Session last weekend may understand); I mean, what’s the point if it bores people?… but then I walk into the Tissue Culture lab, and the student’s have got to the radio first, subjecting all to such phlegm-gargling twittering prattery that I actually feel better: if such purveyors of inanity can land salaries far fatter than mine, then what’s the harm, where’s the loss, in me firing off for zilch? So, I won’t feel too guilty about updating you on the PCR ghost; particularly as I reckon some of you might empathise and may like to read someone else whinge on what a drag lab work can be, especially when it’s backdropped by professional sycophants. So thank you, Nature Network, for allowing me to do this – and thanks for last Saturday.
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