Morale thread. We all pretend we're precise and then we knock a rack over reaching for coffee. Confession booth is open.
I'll start: spent forty minutes hunting a "missing" vial that was in my other hand the entire time. Wrote the incident in the notebook out of pure spite.
Your turn. Make me feel better about myself.
Knocked a full rack reaching for my coffee. Labelled the coffee "DO NOT" out of trauma. Two labels on the mug now. No regrets.
Left the −80 door ajar for, I am told, "a while." I have aged a decade. Everything was fine. I have not recovered and the freezer knows what it did.
Did the recon math flawlessly, then wrote it on the wrong vial. The math was beautiful. The vial was a liar. We've all met that vial.
Ran a gorgeous gradient. On an empty autosampler vial. Chef's kiss of a blank. Mara has not let me forget it and frankly never will.
Pipetted 200 of absolutely nothing because I forgot to load the tip. Technique: flawless. Sample volume: zero. The form was honestly perfect though.
This is the most relatable thread on the forum and I'm leaving it UNpinned only because pinning it would embarrass us into being careful again. Carry on confessing.
Month one and I already have one: full panic over the blue GHK-Cu before remembering Cu is, famously, copper. You all witnessed it. I've grown.
you'll be glad to know I have made every single mistake in this thread, simultaneously, on a Monday, with a witness. solidarity, comrades.
Forty years and I still occasionally label a vial, set it down, and label it again because I don't trust past-me. Past-me earned that, frankly.
Want to join the discussion?
Log in to reply