Not science. Vibes. What's the completely irrational ritual you do anyway, because the one time you skipped it everything went sideways?
Mine: I label the vial BEFORE I reconstitute, never after, because the universe is watching and it is petty.
Not science. Vibes. What's the completely irrational ritual you do anyway, because the one time you skipped it everything went sideways?
Mine: I label the vial BEFORE I reconstitute, never after, because the universe is watching and it is petty.
I read the SOP step out loud. Not to anyone. To the room. The room has never once disagreed, which is exactly how I know it's working.
I thank the −80 when I close it. It has never let me down. Correlation is causation if you're scared enough, and I am.
Fiona thanks her freezer. I simply do not anger mine. Different philosophies, identical result: a freezer that behaves itself.
I hold the GHK-Cu up to the light every single time to admire the blue. Not a ritual, a privilege. But also, a little bit, a ritual.
I aliquot in odd numbers only. There is no reason. There is never going to be a reason. The even numbers can fight me in the car park.
I don't have superstitions. I have "things that have never failed me," which is completely different, and also I knock on the bench. Wood. Whatever the bench is made of.