No attempt to be a good scientist goes unpunished
OK, I’ll warn this is a rant. But I’ll try to keep it short. I work with mice in the lab, particularly mice that carry a detrimental mutation. So I don’t get very many of these mice, and when I do they often get sick before they are old enough to be used in experiments; therefore when I do have a mouse, it is extremely precious. For the past several months I have been doing a complicated procedure that involves isolating a very small number of cells from these mice when they reach a certain age. To date I have obtained cells from nine mice, and they are waiting patiently in the freezer. Today I was going to process mouse number 10, the final mouse needed for this very important experiment that has been a long time coming. This experiment requires the use of a Cell Sorter, a very expensive and complicated machine that uses lasers to detect and sort specific cells away from the ones I don’t want. Because of the delicate and expensive nature of this machine, the department employs two people who run everyone’s samples. One of those people is on vacation. Today I got up early, rushed in to work, began my experiment on the only one of these very precious mutant mice I have. My cells were happily spinning in the centrifuge when I was told that the other operator called in sick. I will not type the expletive that I uttered at that moment. I won’t have any other mice ready for at least two weeks. And I can’t even use the cells for something else because I didn’t prepare them in a sterile fashion. Remind me why I decided to become a scientist?