What happens to someone who is “swallowed up” by work commitments? You start to imagine–or think you do…
The departmental hallway, recently
What happens to someone who is “swallowed up” by work commitments? You start to imagine–or think you do…
The departmental hallway, recently
I'm a biomedical researcher with a lab working on endocytic protein trafficking. I've recently (self)-published my first LabLit novel, "Matter Over Mind" (http://www.stevecaplan.net/). My second LabLit novel, "Welcome Home, Sir" has just been published by Anaphora Literary Press.


I think he’s (for it must be a he) saying “Nope, there’s no glass ceiling up here”.
His head must be in the clouds…
Ah, I see we’re not the only ones to send work-shy post-docs to the ceiling space. We have a scale of punitive measures that operate in the lab, beginning with a brief but humiliating 20 minutes on the ‘naughty step’ for a messy western blot, all the way up to an hour in the ceiling space for infecting a culture of valuable primary cells. Good to see you have a similar no nonsense code of practice on the other side of the pond.
It’s easier than tying them to a centrifuge and sending them for a spin. Hard to get it balanced properly, too.