2011-2012 Hockey Pool!

Back by popular demand!

(Lavaland asked in person at Saturday night’s Canucks-Ducks pre-season game, and ScientistMother asked on Twitter this morning. They’re both popular, right?!)

I’m going to use the CBC pool this year, because the Sportsnet one doesn’t seem to be up yet AND because the CBC one runs into the playoffs. It’s basically the same system as we’re all used to, except that you get to pick three players each week (one forward, one defenseman and one goalie) as your “stars”; your star players earn you double points for that week.

It’s possible that you’ll need to enter a Canadian address in order to play (I’m using an existing account and can’t remember what they asked for when I signed up), but I’m sure that won’t be a problem. It’s highly likely that non-Canadians won’t be eligible to win the car that’s offered as first prize, but a) none of us are likely to get anywhere near the top 100 anyway, and b) bragging rights are worth more (100% science FACT) and have a smaller carbon footprint.

Sign up here, then join the group called “VWXYNot”. Password is occamsgoalie.

I’ve enabled the trash talk feature, by the way…

Season starts Thursday October 6th!

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SOP: Sadly Opaque Protocol

Heard in a recent(ish) meeting to define a tumour xenografting SOP to be used by three different labs:

PI 1 (Xenografting Expert): “The first thing you need to do when you get a new tumour is to determine if it’s actually a human tumour, or just a spontaneous mouse tumour”

PI 2 (Aspiring Xenografting Expert): “How?”

PI 1: “Oh, you just look down the microscope”

PI 2: “What stain do you use?”

PI 1: “No stain, you just look at it”

PI 2: “But how can you tell if it’s a mouse tumour?”

PI 1: “Because it looks like a mouse tumour”

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Later:

PI 2: “Do you wait until you can detect a palpable mass, or do you re-graft after a set number of months?”

PI 1: “Palpable mass. Unless the mice are ready before that”

PI 2: “How can you tell if they’re ready?”

PI 1 (with a grin): “Well, they just look ready. I really can’t explain it any better than that”

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I guess some of the Dark Arts just aren’t compatible with standardization, or with shortcuts to expertise…

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Demons

It has come to my attention that many people are not aware of this simply spectacular song by Fatboy Slim, featuring the substantial vocal talents of Marge Simpson Macy Gray*. This situation is, of course, unacceptable, so please watch this video twice: the first time with your eyes closed, so as to fully appreciate the music; and the second time watching the video, which is also amazing.

There’ll be a test on Monday, so do please pay attention.

http://youtu.be/dins1tqcoAw

That is all.

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*my sister once saw Macy Gray in concert and declared her to be certifiably batshit crazy – but awesome.

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I’m not insane. My mother had me tested.

The recent conversation at DrugMonkey’s place about responding to previous grant reviews has proved very timely; I’m currently working on the first grant resubmission for which I’ve been chief wrangler. There have been some unbloggably hilarious emails pinging around between the various PIs, including much discussion about country- and funding agency-specific conventions regarding the tone of such responses (a PI who trained overseas feels that Canadians are far too polite and passive in the face of bad reviews, and may well be correct).

The chief impact on me, however, has been the recurring dreams about responding to reviews. In last night’s edition, the grant was in the format of a Big Bang Theory script, and I was rewriting it to take into account a reviewer’s comment that Sheldon’s lines weren’t funny enough.

This is rather appropriate, in fact, since we’re effectively knocking at a door while saying “Penny? Dollars? Penny? Dollars? Penny? Dollars?”

Someone really should scan my brain during a grant deadline week. I’m sure it would prove most illuminating.

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Feeding the Science Tamagotchi

It started during my undergrad research project.

“I have to go into the lab tomorrow morning to feed all my cells, so I can’t stay out too late tonight or have a hangover tomorrow”, I’d say.

After comments along the lines of “feed your cells?! What, like a Tamagotchi*?!”, people would urge me just to skip the early morning lab session and have another drink, like a normal person. But I couldn’t – weeks of work and 30% of my final degree grade were at stake.

The vast majority of the friends I had in Glasgow during my PhD were fellow grad students and/or fellow scientists, and so they understood all of this. The non-scientist friends I made during my postdoc didn’t understand the technicalities, but were generally in careers or on degree courses with analogous commitments and therefore understood the general concept of spending the occasional weekend or evening in the lab, and basing vacations and other events around experiments when necessary.

However, I now seem to be in a group of close friends where I’m virtually the only one with a non-flexible job (as opposed to freelancing, running your own business, or being able to trade shifts with colleagues who have the same job title).

And it SUCKS.

Way back in 2008, some of our closest friends started planning a trip to Munich’s Oktoberfest in 2013. Their reasoning was that with five years warning, there’d be no excuse for anyone not to be able to go.

“Yeah, I won’t be able to go”, I said in 2008, and again every time the trip’s been mentioned since.

Talk of Munich 2013 is ramping up now that the boys are back from Burning Man (which has been the primary topic of conversation since New Year’s Eve), and people are also trying to persuade me to go to next year’s Burning Man**. Saying that August, September and October are always completely impossible due to a convergence of grant deadlines (see my last post and pretty much any other “grant wrangling” tagged post written between August and November since I started this job in 2007) never seems to get me anywhere, even though I’m in the middle of it (and stressed out about it and losing sleep over it and going to work even when I’m sick because I can’t miss days at this time of year unless I’m dead or at least in the hospital) RIGHT NOW.

All night on Saturday’s second (or was it third?) 40th birthday celebration for Mr E Man, people were telling me things like “but you have another couple of years to sort it out!” (I’m sure it won’t take long to get all the funding agencies to change their deadlines so as not to clash with Oktoberfest), “just go! What’ll they do, fire you?!” (yes, quite possibly, and there are literally two or three jobs posted in Vancouver each year to which I’d be willing and able to apply), “quit and go freelance!” (so I can work on a bunch of other people’s grants for the exact same deadlines, but risk defaulting on my mortgage at the same time! What fun!), “it’s only for a couple of weeks, and you get four weeks vacation time, right?” (it was hard enough getting a couple of days off to go to Vegas), or “I’ll write a letter to your boss saying that you just HAVE TO come” (I’m sure the CIHR, CCS, NSERC and NIH will understand 100% and grant us an extension if we miss a deadline).

Is anyone else in a similar situation? How do you get people to understand that the Science Tamagotchi (or equivalent in other fields) must be appeased, according to its own schedule, which cares not one jot for Burning Man, Oktoberfest, or any other trivial human endeavours?

I’m tempted to say something like “Look. You strangle ants for a living, right?*** Now, imagine that the government suddenly decrees that all the ants in Canada have to be strangled by September 15th, and if you miss that cut-off, you can’t make any money from strangling ants until March 15th of the next year. Also, the clients with the worst infestations always procrastinate on their ant strangling needs until the last possible minute. Now, please can you go on vacation with me on September 1st 2014?”

Thoughts?

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*Did I just show my age?

**Never mind grant deadline season, with my peely-wally Celtic skin and aversion to temperatures over 27C I’d only go if it wasn’t in the desert in the middle of summer. Why can’t they have it in a nice shady forest or on a beach in Oregon or something?! Or in the desert in the middle of, say, April?! At least have it next to a lake you can swim in!

***None of my friends actually do this. At least not that I’m aware of.

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Remember remember…

July through November,
Abstracts and budgets and pain.
I see no reason
Why grant deadline season
Should ever leave you sane.

So, I’ve managed to extend the usual season (which started August 15th, when I submitted one full grant as well as three registrations/letters of intent) to November 14th by emailing all “my” PIs about the NIH/NCI Provocative Questions RFA. Lots of initial interest. And here I was thinking I might be able to relax a bit by Hallowe’en…

Ah well, at least the Rugby World Cup starts this weekend, which will be awesome even if I don’t sleep much for the next few weeks (all the games are on in the middle of the night Pacific time). Sleep deprivation will totally help with the grants, right?!

Blogging may be light and/or incomprehensible for a while…

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What happens in Vegas…

…gets blogged within a week.

I’d been to Vegas once before but I was 17 and with my parents, so it doesn’t count.

We were only there as a base for the Canyons (Grand, Bryce and Zion), and didn’t know anything about Vegas other than gambling. So not only could I not drink or gamble, but we didn’t know that we should be booking show tickets or anything like that, and spent most of our time playing whack-a-mole and similar arcade games, which my parents unaccountably LOVED (OK, so it was actually pretty fun). Also, we stayed in a really cheap motel – with no pool – in a scary part of town and my Dad refused to pay for taxis, so we had to walk and bus everywhere, which was NOT fun in August let me tell ya. So I was determined to do it properly this time.

Saturday

  • Got to airport way too early to find that our flight (with Philippine Airlines – they fly Manila-Vegas with a stop in Vancouver to let a bunch of obnoxious over-excited Canadians get on and annoy all the jetlagged Filipinos) was a) running late and b) classed as an international flight, meaning that we had to go through US customs and immigration in Vegas rather than in Vancouver as for normal Canada-US flights. Called the boys to let them know we’d be ready for pick-up about an hour later than planned – problematic as we had tickets for a show that night and were already cutting it fine. Passed the time buying duty free booze and sunglasses. Finally got on plane to discover luxurious long-haul amounts of leg room and a nice hot sandwich, but a faded-to-the-point-of-invisible TV screen and a broken seat pocket in front of me. Had smooth flight until just after we started to descend, at which point we started shaking, bouncing, and dropping through air pockets in turbulence bad enough to make people all over the plane gasp and even scream. Someone behind us started to throw up. Friend (who is a very nervous flier and had to take Ativan just to get on the plane) almost crushed my hand in her panicked grip as I tried to pretend everything was normal and that I was perfectly calm and unconcerned. Waffled on calmly (HA!) about which games and drinks we should sample first as she gave monosyllabic answers.
  • Extremely happy to land. Even  happier to find fast-moving immigration queue. Probably shouldn’t have answered the “what is the purpose of your visit to the United States?” question with “FUN!”, but got away with it.
  • Got out of terminal to find furnace-like temperature even at 7:30pm and no boys waiting for us. Called them: the camper van had been too tall to get into the parking area for the international terminal, so they’d gone to domestic instead, apparently ignoring the fact that the more convenient parking situation was negated by us not actually being there. Finally figured out where to meet them and were welcomed into the camper with a nice cold beer from the fridge. Went straight to the show and made it just in time to grab a drink and sit down.
  • Saw The Amazing Johnathan – my friend’s husband had seen some clips on YouTube and was most excited to catch the real thing. The show wasn’t quite what he was expecting – more comedy with a little bit of magic thrown in than a magic show per se – but highly entertaining. The LOLs may have been lubricated somewhat by the beer and mojito (or equivalent) we’d all managed to pound by that point.
  • Checked into the MGM Grand, where we discovered that we could see each other’s rooms if we flashed the lights on and off, and that the view from our room was rather disconcerting, if not creepy:

    Our friends were in the room with the light on just under the second P

    Had a very late dinner and drinks in the casino. Decided to crash (relatively) early and save ourselves for our first full day.

Sunday

  • Woken at 3am by hotel room alarm clock going off. Pressed every single button, couldn’t make it stop, yanked cord out of wall, fell back asleep. Alarm went back off half an hour later: it had a back-up battery that could only be removed using a screwdriver. Mr E Man managed to switch it from beeper to radio mode, fell (eventually) back to sleep. Alarm went back off just as we were reaching deep sleep. Mr E Man called front desk and told them to pick the damn alarm clock up from the corridor outside our room. Finally got back to sleep after much tossing and turning.
  • Woken by friends asking us if we wanted to play in the 11am Hold’em tournament. Hell yeah! But not until Mr E Man had gone downstairs to complain about the alarm and request an upgrade for the rest of our stay. I would never have thought to ask, but he’s really good at doing such things in a very friendly and winning way. Got an upgrade to a mini-suite.
  • Started tournament playing conservatively, but then made a rookie mistake: stayed in with the second-best possible full house when it should have been obvious the guy betting against me had the best one. Hard to lay down a house though. Folded K-4 in the next hand after a pre-flop raise from the guy to my right, only to see K-K-4 turned over on the flop. Cursed. Folded some more hands, won a couple, and saw three people from my table get knocked out ahead of me, thus reaching my primary objective of not being knocked out first without having won a single hand. Finally got knocked out with pocket Kings, 4-J-10-7-4 showing: the other guy had pocket Aces. But had lots of fun trying, chatted to some awesome people (some of whom were openly rooting for me, the only girl at the table, in the final hand), and did slightly better than Mr E Man, who was knocked out on his own table a few minutes before me. My friend was out right after I was; her husband survived for another hour and a half and looked well-placed going into the semi-final table, but crashed and burned soon after.
  • Met friend from my old job for a late and long lunch. Much raucous laughter and beer for everyone except her husband, who was a hurting unit after their wild and crazy Saturday night.
  • Wandered back down the Strip, getting gradually hotter and more bothered despite drinking lots of water and taking frequent cool-down stops in air-conditioned buildings. Girls ended up sitting in the lobby of the Tropicana for an hour gulping water and gradually approaching a core temperature compatible with life, while the boys played blackjack.
  • Went to see Absinthe at Caesars. Some acts were better than others, but the really good ones – the acrobats and roller skaters in particular – were just jaw-droppingly, standing ovationally good. Great show, highly recommended.
  • Ended up at Hooters (right by our hotel) until 2:30am playing $3 blackjack, drinking the “free” beer, and having a blast talking to the hilarious dealers and some very drunk and endearing students from Texas, among others. My stack of chips fluctuated wildly for a while but I eventually lost them all, despite taking the dealer’s advice when unsure and being told I was having rotten luck while playing “by the book”. Mr E Man was doing much better than me at the less busy $10 table though!

Monday

  • Had epic buffet breakfast before grabbing the factor 60 and hitting the awesome pool complex. The lazy river thingy and frozen rum-mango puree drinks were just what the doctor ordered to counter the heat. Managed not to get burned, amazingly enough.
  • Rode the roller coaster at New York New York and decided it was the second best one I’ve ever been on (first choice is the kind where the seats hang from the rails and your legs dangle free). It was AMAZING, the best one I’ve been on in years. I even gave it a very enthusiastic round of applause as it started to slow at the end, which no-one else joined in with, but I didn’t care because it was TOTALLY AWESOME. I love roller coasters SO MUCH and wish there were better ones in Vancouver.
  • Watched the boys ride the various crazy rides at the Stratosphere. Mr E Man expressed surprise that I would love roller coasters but refuse to go on any of the Stratosphere rides, but I say they’re totally different beasts. Coasters are about speed, twists, loops and g-forces, while the Stratosphere rides are purely about height – they’d be boring if they were at ground level. And I’m not all that fond of extreme heights (read: had to keep one hand on the wall while looking up from the rather windy and shaky observation deck to see the boys on their ride).
  • Tragically, did not manage to persuade Mr E Man to buy the hysterically funny photo of him looking like he might pee his pants while being hurled into the sky from the top of the tower.
  • Friend’s husband decided to ask the next taxi driver where the best pawn shop in town was, where he could find (and I quote) “the weirdest and quirkiest stuff”. Driver predictably misheard this is porn shop (Brits pronounce the two words almost identically. Americans, as it turns out, do not). I saw exactly what was happening but decided to enjoy the hilarious confusion before pointing out the mistake.
  • Arrived at the Four Queens in Old Vegas for a very late steak dinner plus more cheap blackjack and “free” drinks. Enjoyed the evening but continued to have what even the dealer commented on as being spectacularly bad luck: I doubled down on like 15 different 11s, but didn’t hit a 10 even once. Booooooo. Luckily Mr E Man won more overall than I lost overall, so we came out ahead between the two of us. Late and rather merry evening.
  • Note to self: for future reference, drinking rum and coke at 3am will NOT wake you up.

not our room, obviously!

Tuesday

  • Got very little sleep due to own over-indulgence (the days when I could sleep for more than a couple of hours after drinking are long gone) and Mr E Man’s rabid snoring.
  • Got up and said goodbye to the boys, who were meeting up with other friends at Lake Tahoe before heading to Burning Man for Mr E Man’s 40th birthday, then spent our last few hours in/by the pool. No rum or drinks of any other kind except water today though!
  • Spent approximately 92% of our 3 hours at the airport wondering how a city with so much money being lavishly splashed around in every direction can have such a shabby, dingy airport, with no decent food options and incredibly crappy duty free. Seriously – pull it together, Las Vegas!
  • Had (mostly) smooth flight home in the exact same seats as last time (saggy seat pocket in front of me and all), although friend was rather jumpy after the turbulence we’d encountered on the way in. Arrived at YVR to an ocean and mountain view, high ceilings with lots of skylights, tons (literally) of art work, an aquarium and a waterfall, wondering SERIOUSLY, why is McCarran such a dump?!
  • Got home at around 11 and was immediately engulfed by a frantically purring and kneading two-headed pile of fuzz.

Benefits to being home: being able to go outside; being able to drink the tap water; I’m not losing any money right now; no hangover; kittehs.

Drawbacks: no roller coasters; Mr E Man is not winning any money right now; I’ve been sitting at this table for over an hour and no-one’s offered me a “free” drink yet.

I’ll be back…

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Portable document FAIL

Provisional PDF of a paper in press from my postdoc lab:

Are they editing papers with marker pens now?!

Pretty damn foolish…

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A week in grant wrangling

Following Frank’s excellent example, it seemed like a good week to present a week’s worth of daily bulletins about what I actually do for a living.

As I alluded to in my last post it’s the busiest time of year for us, with way too many grants going into way too many competitions (it’s definitely a conspiracy). This last week was also an actual a deadline week: we were invited (without much notice, during the lead PI’s long summer vacation) to submit a proposal to a limited competition for people who’ve just completed an award from the same agency. The development and submission of this grant was therefore much faster and more compressed than usual, making this week atypical of my usual work weeks – but also more representative than a usual week of what I do as a whole, because I crammed more in!

This got a bit long, but believe it or not it was worse before a spot of post hoc editing! As Douglas Adams predicted, time travel editing something at the end of the week that was written as a series of stream-of-consciousness, what’s-happening-right-now excerpts over five days caused much grammatical confusion – my apologies for any weird and/or inconsistent use of tenses!

Most links are to previous blog posts featuring more detail about some of the things I do on a regular basis, if anyone’s interested!

Monday’s grant wrangler is fair fresh of face

Came in full of enthusiasm and deadline-inspired adrenaline, which lasted only until a colleague I ran into while getting showered and changed after my bike commute told me the awful news of official opposition leader Jack Layton’s death. I actually shed a few tears when I logged into my computer upstairs and read his wonderful letter to Canadians on the CBC website, and episodes of sadness lasted all week.

But the show must go on…

The lead PI of the grant due to be submitted on Friday sent me the first full draft of the proposal early on Monday morning – still pretty rough, but complete enough that I could use it to draft other sections. I started with the statement of work, setting out the timelines and deliverables for each sub-aim of the grant, and quickly spotted a discrepancy between two different sections of the grant as to exactly which samples we were going to analyse. I alerted the PI and corrected the proposal according to his final decision so that everything matched, before pinging the draft statement of work back to him for feedback. We then discussed the budget – what should go in, and how it might be divided between the two co-PIs over the two year period. I started to play with the numbers in Excel (as this is a US grant, I’m exceedingly grateful for the Canadian dollar still being at par; exchange rate calculations make everything so much more complicated) and came up with a better idea of how to split the total amount. The PI agreed that this would be easier to justify. I then drafted the budget justification (using some numbers provided to me by Mermaid), and sent the draft budget and justification out to the two co-PIs and other co-investigators (and their own grant wranglers) for comments and feedback. This triggered a bit of joking about whether conference travel by dog sled was an allowable cost or if it had to be an air fare, and if so, whether a US government-approved dog sled company had to be used.

While I was drafting the statement of work, another PI from my department came over and asked how my grant season was shaping up. I told him about the grant going in on Friday, and the four other grants looming on the horizon (two for a September 15th deadline, two for October 15th). Somehow found myself agreeing to work on an additional grant, with an October 3rd deadline… the fact that the grant is for an unusually well organised PI, who doesn’t usually need too much help, was one factor in my decision!

Yet another PI came by to be reminded of one of his passwords, and I also chatted to one of the postdocs about the next step of his project. I don’t usually get involved in the nitty gritty details of people’s experiments, but in this case I was very familiar with the project and had enough experience in the technique to discuss what the best controls might be.

I also talked to a PI and the department’s accountant about the next couple of invoices we’ll be sending to a private sector collaborator. We got ourselves into a tangly knot talking about whether the amount for one sub-project was pre- or post-indirect costs: turned out the accountant and I were defining “pre-indirect amount” as “the direct costs we bill them for before we’ve added the indirects for all projects at the bottom of the invoice”, whereas the PI defined “pre-indirect amount” as “the total $$$ that come in to the institution before the guys upstairs take their cut”. Once we’d figured that out the numbers suddenly added up, everything made more sense, and we had a giggle about how it took us so long to identify the source of the confusion.

Stayed at work until 7ish, then went straight out to meet Mr E Man for a lovely dinner to celebrate our 4th wedding anniversary. (actually on Thursday, but he’s not going to be here that day – see Wednesday for details!).

Tuesday’s grant wrangler is full of grace an inflated sense of her own importance

Spent the first part of the day finalizing two PIs’ CVs and current/pending grant support information, in collaboration with the co-PI’s assistant – we wanted to make sure we were putting exactly the same information about the existing grants on which both co-PIs are named co-investigators! These things are always rather fiddly and annoying, so I prefer to get them out of the way as early as possible. Decided not to upload the files until the last minute though as there are a couple of papers under review that might just get accepted before the grant deadline, which would help the proposal quite significantly.

I also got another fiddly and annoying thing out of the way, namely the internal sign-off on the grant submission. This meant filling in an internal form and putting together a hard-copy signature package containing a close-to-final budget, budget justification, and abstract (not binding – we can change them before submitting. The research facilitation office just needs to make sure we’re not putting anything too weird and wonderful in the proposal, or requesting salaries for more people than we have space for, or anything like that). I also drafted a letter of institutional support for the project, and forwarded everything to one of the research facilitation people, who took care of all the signatures and got the signed letter and form back to me. I also found out that the person helping me is on the same flight as me on Saturday!

Had a (very) quick coffee with a friend from my former job who lives way out in the ‘burbs but was in the area for an appointment. It wasn’t a long enough catch-up, so we agreed to meet for a drink soon. I told her it couldn’t be this coming weekend, because I’m going to be out of town… as is she… in the same place, as it turns out! Score! Out of town drinks on Sunday it is!

After all this excitement it was time for the weekly lab meeting. A grad student gave his practice comprehensive exam talk and did pretty well for a first run-through, although he has a wee bit of work ahead of him to incorporate all the suggested changes! Before the talk I chatted to a new lab member about how everything’s going, and gave him a couple of suggestions of who to talk to about various projects he’s taking over from someone who left in June. I also asked a colleague if she could run Monday’s team meeting for me, but it turns out she’s away too… but NOT in the same place as me, which I was glad to hear ‘cos learning about three people in one day deciding to follow me on my long weekend away would have started getting weird.

Back to my desk and to the grant! I drafted the lay abstract, impact statement, and anticipated outcomes statement, and circulated them to all grant applicants. I don’t usually get to do quite this much de novo writing (although I almost always do the lay abstract – my favourite task of all the ones I do), so I greatly enjoyed this part of the day and the feeling of being so important and awesome. Mind you this was before getting any edits back.

The main PI came out of his office to ask me to move some costs around so he could add half a student to the budget. “How much is a student?”, he asked. I accidentally replied “X hundred” instead of “X thousand”, prompting an assertion that they’re not quite that badly paid. Oops! I circulated the revised budget and justification to all investigators, with the correct numbers inserted.

I somehow found time to schedule two teleconferences with two different private sector collaborators, and cancelled Monday’s team meeting after finding out that pretty much everyone will be away, although hopefully not all in the same city as me.

Wednesday’s grant wrangler is full of woe tea

Got up at 4:30 to say goodbye to Mr E Man. His friend picked him up in his camper van at 5am, and off they went on their two-week road trip to celebrate Mr E Man’s upcoming 40th birthday. My friend (Mr E Man’s friend’s wife) and I are flying down to the States on Saturday to hang out with them for four days mid-trip, so it wasn’t as sad and woeful as it might have been otherwise. Within a couple of hours of them leaving I took a photo of Saba in a perfectly-sized box and posted it to Instagram and Twitter; that’s how close I am to Crazy Cat Lady territory, and it’s a good thing Mr E Man’s (usually) around to keep me from toppling over the edge, I tells ya.

It really is an awesome box

On to work, where everything was suspiciously quiet, with no edits or new grant-related tasks having shown up in my inbox overnight. Took advantage of the lull to work on the two September 15th deadline grants; they’re both resubmissions of near-miss applications from the last round, so I battled a rather worrying bug in the online application system (see Thursday) to copy the budget information over from the old to the new versions and generate the signature pages (which must have the first year total printed in the top right corner, so the budget has to be finalised before getting signatures). I then filled in two internal forms for each grant: one for the University that will administer the grant, and one for the affiliated institution where we’re physically based. I printed out all the signature pages, budgets, budget justifications, and abstracts, assembled both internal signature packages, and began to circulate them to all relevant parties. Getting all the PI signatures, at least, by the end of the week will save us much stress and panic closer to the deadline! Decided that I <3 resubmissions, since all the information from last time makes a good starting point… we’re usually hustling to get everything together in time for the internal deadline, which is typically at least a week before the funding agency’s.

Still no edits to work on, so I printed out a draft manuscript a PI had sent me on Friday and started editing and proofing the hard copy. I was still only halfway through the abstract when I was told I had the go-ahead to enter the final budget information into the grant form and attach the budget justification, which had needed only minor additions and edits from my original draft. This is another fiddly and long-winded operation, but one I enjoy in a weird kinda way. Once the numbers were entered I veeeery carefully cross-checked them against the budget justification, decided they were correct, entered the final total amount on the grant’s face page, and uploaded the justification. Prior experience would suggest that there may be one or two minor changes still to come, but I like to get everything set up with the assumption that there won’t. I also finalised and uploaded the statement of work, again with very few edits from my initial version.

Hit a bit of a mid-afternoon slump at 3 o’clock, as my early start to the day and the thought of spending the next evening – my wedding anniversary – by myself started to get to me (I had plans for that evening and for Friday, so staying home on Thursday to do laundry and other pre-trip tasks was a necessary evil). Zoned out a bit and lost my focus. Recovered (most of) it through the medium of tea, and got back to work on the manuscript edits…

…for about five minutes, when grant-related emails suddenly had to take priority. This kind of sudden shift in priority and focus is one of the distinguishing features of deadline weeks, along with caffeine overload and a certain degree of hyperactive mental weirdness, all of which can be oddly enjoyable. I talked to a fellow grant wrangler who works with the co-PI in a different department to confirm the grant submission procedure, which is a wee bit more complicated than usual. I then talked to the lead PI on much the same topic, but also included a summary of which documents are done, which are in progress, and who has to do what to each current version. I have two separate document checklists running, so I was able to do this very quickly – hooray for being organised!

A sudden flurry of emails resulted in the cancellation of Friday’s teleconference with one of our private sector collaborators, as the most important people from their end will suddenly not be able to make it. This is most definitely A Good Thing as Friday will be crazy enough already thank you very much.

My next task was to start drafting the collaboration statement. I really don’t enjoy this kind of thing very much, as it involves describing how awesome the two main PIs are and how the combination of their amazing, extensive, complementary expertise will save the world is essential to the success of the proposed research. I mean, they’re both academic superstars (and nice blokes), but since I report to one of them directly and the other indirectly I’d really be more comfortable if they’d write this kind of thing themselves as it’s all a bit weird. I pasted in a description of my main boss from another recent grant, edited it to emphasise the parts of his research programme that are most relevant to the current proposal, and wrote a couple of paragraphs about the demonstrable success of their previous/current collaborations and how this will benefit the current proposal etc., but then hit a wall and decided to look at it again after the other co-PI’s grant wrangler sends me some text to describe how awesome her boss is.

Managed to edit the entire Introduction of the manuscript (many instances of missing citations, illogical order of and no links between the various themes described, too much description of the present study’s results, lots of minor grammatical errors. By no means the worst I’ve seen though) before the latest version of the grant proposal arrived in my inbox. Put the manuscript to one side and started to edit the proposal instead.

This was at 5pm. I’d been feeling gradually more and more tired as the day went on, and realised at this stage that I was likely to be at work until at least 7. I therefore had to bail out of my planned post-work drinks with Beth, which is unfortunately an occupational hazard of deadline weeks. Booooooooo, but at least there won’t be any photos of me asleep in my beer displayed on her blog tomorrow morning.

Realised at around 6:40pm that I was circling confusing sentences and labelling them with a question mark for future attention, rather than actually fixing them. This seemed like a good time to go home to the kittehs like the crazy cat lady I apparently am – I can do the rest first thing tomorrow.

Thursday’s grant wrangler has far to go wonders if we’ll ever get there at all

Woken up early (5:50am, to be precise) by a text message from Mr E Man, who had apparently forgotten that a) I use my phone as my alarm clock and therefore have the volume turned up all night, and b) incoming text messages make noises. Sent him a grumpy reply telling him off for waking me up, then remembered that it was our anniversary and sent him a less grumpy follow-up saying that I love him anyway.

At work, I started the morning with a long troubleshooting teleconference with a team of very high-up people from the funding agency to whom I’d reported the worrying bug in their online grant submission system on Wednesday. I’ll happily confess to having cursed this system many times in the past, but the people in charge of it turned out to be delightful and very helpful, and took the problem extremely seriously. They promised to get back to me later, and left me to get on with other things.

Next on my agenda was an hour-long teleconference about one specific sub-project that forms part of our collaboration with a private sector partner. We made some important decisions about the next steps each party will take and on how/when to combine the two complementary datasets, and also learned some very interesting information about their internal reorganisations and other gossip. This is a fun and fruitful collaboration and we really like the people we deal with, so hopefully none of them will be reorganised right out of our lives.

Came back to my desk with a salad from the canteen (I had to miss the lab sushi lunch for two co-op students who are moving on) to find an email containing the lead PI’s edits of the impact and outcomes statements I’d drafted on Tuesday. The former hadn’t changed much, with just a few sentences added; the outcomes statement was a different story, with only my final paragraph (of a one-page document) surviving from the original draft. I always archive both my version of every document I draft and the edits made to it, so when there’s more time I can carefully examine exactly what got cut from and added to my version, and ponder the likely reasons for the changes – it’s a very valuable exercise! But there’s no time for that in a deadline week, so I just fixed some typos and other errors, unified the spelling (we reluctantly use US spelling for US grants, but old habits die hard and everyone involved lets some tumours and colours and labelleds and such slip through), generated PDFs, and attached them to the grant.

Got a request to help with a grant due August 31st. Politely replied that I would not be able to help, given that I’d be spending the rest of this week on the current grant, and Monday and Tuesday of next week on vacation.

The funding agency I’d talked to in the morning asked if they could take another half an hour of my time to see if their proposed fix for the problem I’d identified was working. Agreed, since they’d taken the whole site down and I was very aware that people in universities and research centres all over Canada (and definitely one person on Twitter – I searched for it!) were probably cursing me the situation (sorry, if this affected you. But it was a big enough problem that they really didn’t have a choice. No, I won’t blog the details).

Got back to editing the main proposal while I was waiting for them to finalise the time of the call, making it all the way to the end this time and fixing the sentences that had confused my exhausted brain the night before. I really wanted to avoid editing the latest Word document only to receive a new latest version half an hour later; this happens at least once per grant, and a few of the PIs with whom I interact most often have agreed to give Google Docs a try at some point, but there was no way we were going to try that for the first time on a grant with such condensed timelines! I therefore asked the lead PI if he was still editing the proposal, which he was, meaning that I kept my edits as hard-copy only for now. Also managed to edit the first section of the Materials and Methods of the manuscript, which I swear will get done eventually, even if it’s only one paragraph per session…

The teleconference with the funding agency only lasted ten minutes; they seem to have fixed the problem, and thanked me profusely for alerting them to the issue and helping them fix it (by clicking various links as they all watched my desktop via WebEx trying to figure out what was going on, and then emailing them session IDs etc. This was even worse than having people watch my incompetence over my shoulder, as I was imagining them all sitting there in Ottawa smirking at each other as I mistyped various words and failed to immediately locate the browser refresh button). So I both borked and then fixed the system! Hopefully all those people who’d been cursing me will now shower me with their eternal gratitude instead.

Received and uploaded the CV and current support info for the co-PI, and the CV for another investigator. Asked the latter to send the list of current and pending grants as well, and reminded the one remaining co-investigator for whom I don’t have these documents that I am still waiting – somewhat anxiously by now!

I still hadn’t received any text describing why the 2nd co-PI is awesome, so – anticipating many edits of the text that I do have – I sent my latest draft to both co-PIs, with things like MORE INFO ON WHY [NAME] IS LEADING THIS AIM and MORE DETAIL NEEDED HERE in cheerful yellow-highlighted text. Both guys work best when they have something – anything – to start from, rather than writing from scratch, so even if they completely re-write the whole thing, my efforts won’t have been wasted (or at least that’s what I keep telling myself).

The lead PI left to go and work on the proposal (and add references, hopefully clearly) from home, so I had a bit of time to finally get really stuck in to that manuscript. I made it all the way through the hard copy, then edited the Word document. The authors really don’t seem to like adding references (or the word “the”), the language seemed to get sloppier and sloppier as the Results section went on, and the Discussion was incomplete. Clearly not ready for submission even when my edits are incorporated… which is what I told the PI when I sent the edited document back.

Had a nice chat with a postdoc from another lab who was looking for my boss, about the talk he’s giving tomorrow, his paper that just got accepted, and its links to the grant we submitted on August 15th. When he left I realised that it wasn’t quite 6pm yet and I didn’t really have anything else I could do for the grant: I still hadn’t heard back about the collaboration statement, the lead PI wasn’t expecting to have the next draft of the proposal ready until Friday morning, and all other outstanding elements of the grant (references, abstract, list of abbreviations etc) were dependent on me seeing a more final version of the proposal.

I could theoretically have written up the minutes of the private sector collaboration teleconference from that morning, but I was hungry, so I went home.

Friday’s grant wrangler is loving and giving waiting and freaking

Well, the morning got off to a bit of a frantic start, but calmed down once I got to work. There were no new versions of anything waiting for me, so I tried to focus on getting a couple of other small things done (ethics certificate renewal applications and such) while waiting. This always happens – as we approach the deadline I can’t do my thing until everyone else does theirs, and I’m left nervously waiting and waiting as the clock ticks and other people edit.

The main PI eventually circulated the latest draft of the proposal, and came by to say that he’s planning to finish everything over the weekend. This is technically OK, as the funding agency’s deadline is actually Monday – but I won’t be here, there’ll be a change in staffing in the research facilitation office as one person leaves for vacation and another returns, and the internal guidelines state that we’re supposed to be ready to submit at least one full business day before the deadline. Obviously not gonna happen, although we’ll be very close to ready by the end of the day and there are people who can cover for me if I leave detailed enough instructions about what’s still to be done (this cover was all arranged in advance as I always knew that missing the internal deadline was a possibility).

Edited the proposal, using the hard copy I’d covered in red ink over the last couple of days for the text that had stayed the same, and a quick on-screen proofread for the rest. There’ll be time for a final hard copy proofread later, so I circulated my edits to the group and compiled the list of abbreviations.

Having been told that any future changes will be very minor, I then got stuck into drafting the technical abstract. It’s a one page limit, and over one-third of the page was taken up by the pasted-in hypotheses (two of them) and specific aims (three), so not too arduous, especially given the rigid structure defined in the application guidelines. Got it finished and sent off for editing by all investigators just as the letters of collaboration started to come in, which I renamed and saved in what I hope will be a logical way so that whoever submits this thing can combine them into one PDF along with the final reference list, abbreviations, appended manuscripts, and other bits and bobs.

The lead PI said that the public abstract I’d  written on Tuesday was good to go as-is, so I did a final proofread, caught a couple of minor errors, and uploaded the PDF. This also seemed to be a good time to upload all final CVs, as the chance of getting good news about either of the very-important-and-relevant papers currently under review in time for the deadline seemed pretty slim at this point.

The technical abstract and collaboration statement came back to me next, with surprisingly few changes. I uploaded both documents, leaving just the proposal itself and the supporting information (references, abbreviations etc) to go. Started writing a VERY detailed email to the lead PI, his admin manager (who is my designated cover), the co-PI’s chief grant wrangler for this application (who has lots of experience submitting this kind of application and has kindly offered to help), and two people from the research facilitation office, with instructions for which documents still need to be finalised, what the PDFs need to be named, the order in which some documents have to be assembled into a single PDF, and where exactly everything needs to be inserted into the application. These emails actually took longer than drafting the technical abstract.

Talked to the lead PI about what’s still needed and who’s doing what. He said he would send me the latest version of the proposal, wait for my edits, and look at it with fresh eyes for a final edit on Saturday or Sunday. So I printed the document, did a final proof, sent him the edits, finalised and sent all my instruction emails, tidied my desk (my email inbox will have to wait), set my out-of-office autoreply, and hopped on my bike for a beer and sushi night at my travel companion’s house, at which it finally started to sink in that I was now actually on vacation!

Saturday’s grant wrangler works hard for a living

She certainly does, including on some Saturdays…

…but not today!

Today she gets to start four whole days of playing hard instead!

If she can avoid getting burned to a crisp within five minutes of landing, that is… they make Factor 120 sunscreen for Celts who foolishly wander into deserts, right?

Yegods, I shalt frazzleth mineself!

VEGAS, BABY!

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Dyed-in-the-wool cheapskate

Being genetically half Irish and an eighth Scottish, I have green eyes and curly brown hair that used to have a fair bit of red in it. The first white hair showed up when I was 19, much to my horror, and my Mum’s reaction wasn’t much help: “Oh, your granddad was completely white by the time he was 30”, she said reassuringly.

I fought the good fight for a few years, yanking out the white hairs whenever I saw them (easy to do, as they’re not as curly as the coloured ones, so when they grow back in they stick straight out of my head at a jaunty angle). But it soon became apparent that although I hadn’t inherited my granddad’s unfortunate condition, a) I’d soon have bald patches if this continued, and b) it was only the red hairs that were turning white. I started dying my hair when I was 22 with just a strong enough red to make the white hairs red again and the brown hairs slightly reddish brown; being an impoverished grad student, I bought a kit and did it myself. The first reaction – “have you been putting dye in your hair?” – from a postdoc in my lab made me worried that I’d done something awfully wrong, like a kid trying on their mother’s makeup, but this turned out to be just another quirk of the local Scottish dialect that is equivalent in polite society English to “have you dyed your hair?” Thus encouraged I kept the practice up, albeit with reduced frequency after I got married and lazy as I became self-confident enough to overcome my childish vanity.

I’m heading out of town for four days tomorrow, so I decided that this morning would be a good time to banish the white hairs that had grown to about halfway down my hair’s full length. Having done this a million times before I approached the exercise with a certain confidence that all would go smoothly. But here’s what happened:

  • Set up all supplies as usual, and read the instructions in case anything had changed. It hadn’t – all normal.
  • Mixed the two solutions and started putting it in my hair. Everything still normal, except that I managed not to make the bathroom look too much like the aftermath of the shower scene in Psycho this time.
  • Took off the dye-covered gloves, thanking my lab training for my ability to do so without getting a single spot of dye on my hands or anywhere else.
  • Set timer for 15 minutes, wiped all the bits of dye off my face and shoulders, and grabbed a book. Everything still normal.
  • Heard alarm, turned it off, jumped in shower, turned on water.
  • Hot tap wouldn’t work.
  • Seriously – the screw thread must have broken off or something, because the tap just span freely in either direction with nary a drop of water coming out.
  • Ran frantically through house, dripping dye everywhere, looking for Mr E Man’s screwdriver (he’s out of town and wasn’t answering his phone). Failed to locate said screwdriver.
  • Realised the dye just had to come off before it scorched my hair and scalp. Turned cold water on and stuck head under tap, as just couldn’t bear the thought of using the shower head and getting freezing cold water all down my back.
  • Started gasping for breath due to the shock of the cold. Seriously couldn’t breathe. Pulled out, recovered, stuck head back under tap, repeated x4.
  • Realised this was ridiculous. Wrapped myself in towel and ran down to the basement suite, which thank goodness our tenant never locks up when he leaves as the flimsy internal door is nowhere near as sturdy as the deadbolted external door. Used his lovely warm shower until I thought the water was running clear.
  • Wiped dye splashes off shower wall, curtain, and bathroom floor.
  • Went back up the stairs, wiping up splashes as I went.
  • Re-entered own bathroom, looked in mirror, realised the water dripping from my hair was still quite pink.
  • Ran back downstairs, repeated rinsing and splash wiping procedure.
  • Came back upstairs, managed to find a drill bit that fit the screw that goes through the hot tap (just the bit, no drill), tightened it back up using pliers to turn the bit.
  • Looked in mirror. Hair drips still coloured.
  • Swore loudly
  • Shampooed hair three times, which you’re really not supposed to do to freshly-dyed hair, each time confirming that the water drips were still slightly pink.
  • Eventually thought “fuck it” and made sure to select a dark-coloured top to wear to work.

My hair’s still drying, so it’s too early to tell if it looks as disastrous as the rest of the splash-covered house… Oh well, I bought a very nice straw hat in Cuba and can wear that for a few months.

In conclusion, I have realised that I am no longer an impoverished grad student or postdoc, and will stump up the cash to pay a professional next time.

~~~~~UPDATE~~~~~

Well, taking the photo wasn’t easy – got lots of close-ups of half of the top of my head before deciding that this was the best option:

The white bits are much redder than usual, and the brown bits look much darker. Given that the white hairs tend to cluster in patches it looks a bit silly and uneven, but overall not as bad as I was expecting. Clearly, a delay then five short bursts of freezing cold water then a delay then a warm shower then a delay then another warm shower then a delay then three rounds of rigorous shampooing are not as good as the recommended immediate and uninterrupted long warm shower…

The patchiness always happens to some extent, and usually starts to even itself out after a few washes. It might take longer this time, but I can definitely live with it until then!

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