real jobs
Sunday, July 30th, 2006Off topic alert. The other day I was asking the “youngsters” in the lab if they ever had a real job. By real job, I mean one that leaves you exhausted at the end of the day. Tired and aching. Physical labor. Ice cream scooper (brr-very cold!), telemarketer (carpal tunnel finger?). I’m talking about jobs where your co-workers cash their weekly check at the corner bar. Or better yet, you’re paid in cash!
I worked summers in a peanut butter factory pouring 50 pound bags of roasted peanuts and an occasional mouse into the grinder. Bailed hay. Picked grapes. I also worked a year in a ketchup factory. I have secrets about ketchup you don’t want to know. I set up some experiments in microfuge tubes (how demanding is that) and still remember that this is the easiest job I’ve ever had. I’m not saying this isn’t a skilled job because it is, but it isn’t a physical job.
If some of the students had ever worked a physically demanding job they might not be such slackers. No, you shouldn’t be tired because you set up 12 ligations. Yes, you should be able to walk up three flights of stairs without moaning. Do that experiment today. No, it’s not insulting to empty an autoclave bag, make media or pour plates. And yes, your experiment will probably fail. Failure builds character.
