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bring on the green and gold

And purple, of course.
The official colors of Mardi Gras were chosen in 1872 by the New Orleans crew Rex, the King of Carnival:
Purple stands for justice
Green stands for faith
Gold stands for power.

I heard once that St. Louis has the best Mardi Gras outside of New Orleans. Of course, that could just be my bias speaking. Anyone going to be in town for this? It would be fun to be able to go to a MG party for once. I do have to work on MG though, which is a PitA! ah well. life sucks sometimes.

Mardi Gras Inc. 2005 - Events

Read on for a bit of bitching about the job that turned out ok.

So a couple of months ago the lab got a new postdoc, who is really nice, if hard to understand sometimes (he's japanese). He's the one who let me borrow his digital camera for the pictures of the knitted hat I made. Before he came I was usually the only one using the tissue culture hood with any sort of regularity, so I had everything where I like it and where it was most efficient to be. But he came in and started using the hood and incubator more, so things got moved around. I've realized that while I don't mind change, I absolutely HATE change that I'm unaware of until the last minute. I want to know if people have moved my stuff BEFORE I go to use it. But most of the time I could figure out where things got moved to and it was ok.
Then he started using the freezer (of the great freezer debacle you might have read about) so they needed the key, which I kept, since I was the only one using that freezer. So I gave it up, but it has a way of staying out of the drawer it was in and in the pocket of the postdoc. Which is also ok, if annoying, to realize the key is not where it's supposed to be or where it's been for the past few months.
And I guess it's not totally his fault...one of the other people in the lab had it in his head to clean out the fridge that I keep my media in. Some of it got tossed. Which, of course, I didn't realize until the moment I needed it, since it's supposed to stay in the fridge as long as possible. So I spent a good while searching out another lab that would let me borrow some of this stuff. It's no problem to order more chemicals here, but they don't appear instantaneously. We actually had some stuff that wasn't made up, but it turned out to be the free acid form versus the calcium salt form...now that probably reflects poorly on my organic chem knowledge that I don't know what the difference is, but there surely is a difference.

Regardless, I was able to get some from another lab and finish the experiment. But man, I hate it when that happens. Does it sound silly that I don't want people moving my stuff, especially when I've been there longer and have the positions set in my mind? or that I don't want people throwing things away without asking first, even if they are old? Bah. At least it worked out ok.

I really should do orgo homework tonight. Yuck.

Funny how this entry started out all happy about Mardi Gras and then I had to tell you the depressing part of my day. Oy. At least I'm happpy about the scents I'm getting.



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Comments

Maybe you should talk with the postdoc about it. After all, you've got seniority. Tell him that you need access to what you need access to. I'm sure he'd be mortified to know he almost messed up your experiment!

have fun partying!

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