At the suggestion of Amy, I’m changing my theme to musing about the life I lead and the job I hold. She thinks it’ll help me mellow out because I’m strung out on the kids.
Therefore, the new start. No more gardens. If someone can tell me how to change my title, I’d be grateful.
My job entails training mostly freshly graduated women in how to do non-invasive hormone monitoring. Generally speaking, I work with a bunch of 22-24 year olds because for some reason we get mostly girls applying for the torture. We ask these interns to come in and work for 3 months on reproductive conservation projects without much, if any, financial award. Let us discuss this: 1: mostly women. I’m fine with this. In the past, we’ve had a few men and the women just get into fights over their claims of the single set of testes in the group and there’s drama and sometimes even tears. Yes, I have to listen to blubbering, eager women who want letters of recommendations later in life talk about “how it’s not fair that Bobby and Gina went out last night, since Bobby pledged his undying love to me” crap.
2. We don’t pay them. Some interns are lucky enough to qualify for a small stipend, but the requirements are so strict, most aren’t able to obtain funding. I know there’s no way I would have been able to afford to work for free for 3 months- no way man. I needed to pay off my student loans. I have no clue how these kids are so financially stable that they are able to just live off of savings for that long. Seriously, I spent any money I earned on living when I was their age, I didn’t have a savings account. And by living, I mean eating out and going to bars, not just rent. I had my priorities straight.
3. We ask these students to work with feces for 3 months. At first, this seems unreal, but yes, we do work with poop. The poop of very cool, endangered species, but poop none the less. The students come in and learn the ins and outs of poop and all we can learn about the reproductive biology of a species just from the poop. They crush it and sift it to a nice fine powder that floats gaily through the air and wafts into places like lab coat pockets, ears, and up the nose. Mmmmmmmm great fun.
We do ask a lot from the interns, but they take their pound of flesh from me as well. My job is to take these students, who’ve barely ever seen a pipette in their life and ask them to wield one with ease and efficiency and to not break anything in the process. It’s long and tedious, and I’m going to use this time to… discuss.. the phenomenon that is the endocrine lab intern. I will doubtlessly wander off on tangents, but I plan to at least start on this thread. I hope you enjoy the show.