I swear to spaghetti monster that we almost shit bricks and started sounded cold war era air raid sirens when a scary proposition was brought up. Is it the declining NIH budget, are we moving, are there layoffs. No dear reader, no.
Our PI wants to jump back into the lab and work on a side project. While I'm sure it's a romantic notion that harkens back to his days as a graduate student, it terrifies the shit out of us. Let me start off by saying, he is a great boss that is brilliant and very supporting of his trainees. But as a bench scientist, he is utterly unfamiliar with our lab and where stuff is at, is not accustomed to how long or how much work it takes to get stuff done. But worst of all, you move like a glacier compared to us.
We move at a pace that would make meth heads think they saw the Flash, thus we don't need you in our way staring at the freezer trying to figure out where something is at when we need to grab that enzyme now! I think the honeymoon for him after proclaiming that he would make all his own buffers from scratch, he is now pinching from our stocks. So I'm assuming this will not last long.
Its fun to watch though.