I"m just taking a few minutes here to vent. We had 12 laminectomys to do this afternoon along with - 12 tattoos (on the tails of the mice to number them) - 12 contusions - and of course, 12 pre and post op duties. So of course, between 3 of us down there, we had to delegate responsibilities to make things flow smoother.
I went downstairs early to set up the anaesthesia station, the contusion station, and the laminectomy station - which, with all of the tubes, tools, and filters, takes at least 20 minutes. Casually, my partner decides to come downstairs a half hour later. I offered to do the laminectomys on the mice. I could bang em out. I've gotten enough practice - and since this was for a legit study I figured I would put myself out there, show them I could do it. And I did. I nailed 11/12 of them. (I accidentally hit the spinal cord on the 9th one) :o( .... No worries, things still were okay.
So when things started to pick up, I had to tattoo AND do the surgeries, which was doable, I made it work, no prob. When I'm asked to do something and I'm into it, I do it 110%. I would have at least hoped that my coworker would put in some effort as well. This is what happened:
Me: Hey, do you mind cleaning up these instruments while I put this stuff away?
Him: *laughs and starts to walk away* You mean YOUR instruments??
Me: Seriously? Is that too much to ask?
Him: ......
Me: I came down here early to set up, and just did 12 laminectomys and you cant rinse a couple of tools? Yes? No?
Him: *mumbles something and takes the tools*
I mean, this is the kind of mentality that drives me nuts. He does things in this apathetic, half ass, lazy, dull, clueless, lame frat boy way and it drives me nuts. He's like a lame donkey. He burrows under the ass (no pun) of the only other male research tech in the lab and acts as though he needs that to function. I ask nothing of him, yet he acts as though I owe him everything. Unreal.
I feel better now that I got that out of my system.
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