My lab is moving to a lower floor on March 1st. For the last couple of weeks I have been doing move prep-work: measuring equipment, making sure it hasn’t been exposed to radiation or hazardous waste, cataloging supplies, etc. The hardest part is keeping my co-workers informed and on task.
Hey Aussie,
You’re leaving for vacation next week and won’t be back until after the move. Please pack up your desk NOW.
Mouse.
Thrid email. I also mentioned this to him everyday for the past two weeks.
Dear Dr. Boss,
This is just a friendly reminder that we’ll be moving soon and your office needs to be packed. Is it OK for me to start putting papers in boxes?
Thanks,
Mouse.
Fifth email, in addition to several voicemail messages on his phone at the hospital.
Dear Newbie Assistant Prof,
We will be moving in a little over two weeks. Please finish any experiments you have involving radiation and let me know what I can pack and what you want left alone.
Thank,
Mouse.
I’ve lost count. Like Dr. Boss this guy also has hospital rounds, so I rarely ever see him.
General Discontent (everything in italics is what I’ve thought, but haven’t said - yet.):
Dr. Boss: Do I have to go through all this radiation training? Why can’t one of the post-docs do it?
Only faculty can get a rad license. We can’t use the Department Head’s license anymore, so you have to get one. Give one of the post-docs a faculty position and I’m sure they’ll be happy to do the training in your stead, and that’s not going to happen because we don’t have the money for faculty pay.
Dr. Boss: They’re making us move and they’re charging us for it? We have to pay for phone and internet service. What do they do with the 50% of my grant money they take?!
The U is a pimp. Now go hustle your ass for some more grant money.
Newbie Assistant Prof: I’m not sure if staying with you guys is such a good idea.
*Make up your mind quick! I don’t want to pack all of your shit just to find out your not going – I’ve got better things to do. *
Kill me now!