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[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

You have become lab fey and I'm here for it (congrats on the new job!)

Thank you! To both parts of this ask! The irony is, the new job is a return to lecturing and one of my modules is Field and Lab Skills, so I will get to teach the next generation how to be lab fey

[notesoncrocs]

ICYMI 2

all about my job! my job is super chill.

my supervisor gave me two days off so i started work last wednesday (so i used that time to go exploring in condesa, el parque mexico, paseo de la reforma, el museo de cera, el museo de chocolate, the gayborhood, el bosque de chapultepec, palacio de bellas artes, museo tamayo, etc. found a market that sells insects! and another market that sells east asian cooking supplies, hooray! i'll write about this later).

my hours of work are 9am-3pm but i come in at 10-ish and no one's here usually. my supervisor sometimes doesn't come in. the only thing worrying me about my work is that i think they expect me to design and build and test the entire project (a machine learning model for the visual system of a chameleon robot) because i asked the prof what they'd done so far and he sent me a link to a github repo that contained this when i cloned it:

i am actually so scared. they asked me to come up with a block diagram of a model and i took liberal amounts of inspiration from two papers on google scholar. and then they told me my idea was interesting which made me even more scared. now i have to collect data somehow. please. i muddled my way through 6.036 and i only know how to make machines learn through google colab.

work aside, i know people at my job now! there are two mit students here with me working on different projects, carlos and alex, and we're having lunch today. i've been hanging out and talking to carlos a lot because we were assigned to work in the same lab/workspace area. also, on my first day of work, carlos and kevin (incoming grad student working with carlos on the same project) roped me into one of their experimental trials where they strapped a bunch of electronics on my legs and feet and had me walk around a room in different ways. i was so, so confused the whole time but carlos explained to me that they're trying to find patterns in people's walking style/gait to better detect the onset of parkinson's.

carlos is nice — one of his personality traits is that he runs a lot (like a lot a lot, every day for an hour or so). i remember him from one of the misti info sessions because he asked griselda for recommendations on running routes throughout the city. yesterday he told me he almost died from hiking on a mountain this past weekend. i'm glad he's still with us today.

kevin is also nice and very funny! he talked to me a lot on my first day when i was nervous and didn't know what was going on. my spanish isn't that cute but he was very patient and understanding. he made meet the robinsons references and told me about where he was from (tampico) and how the universities and classes here work. he took me out to lunch and showed me around campus a little so that i knew where to find food and how to not get lost. along with kevin i also met miguel and pilar, who all work on the parkinson's project with carlos, and they're so funny and unserious.

yesterday i met diego, who is this guy who's almost finished with his specialization and just wants to gtfo and be employed, which is so real of him. he's the first guy i met who's working on the chameleon project, and he's the one who warned me about the lack of work on the visual system of the chameleon. he's also really talkative and funny and invited carlos and me to lunch. i learned a lot of important (tm) (maybe mexican-specific?) spanish terms from him: huevón (spelling might be off), which means guy with big balls / guy who does nothing all day, and chorro, which means diarrhea (i think em ale mentioned this to me once). diego talked to us about gringos, u.s. intervention / modern imperialism, racism in mexico vs. in the us, and the spiderman movies. he also has a sister-in-law who is chinese, or something, so he knew how chinese pronunciation worked, and how to count numbers with one hand.

there's a starbucks on the first floor that i am becoming intimately acquainted with, a fancy sit-down cafe in the courtyard that does tacos, quesadillas, and smoothies, and an on-campus convenience store / food court (i miss the stud so bad!!). i'm told there's a nice gym somewhere on campus so a reentrance of a dumptruck era may be imminent. if i'm feeling brave, i might ask around to see if i can sit in for a big lecture, or see if i can access stuff in the music building. in general, people are patient and understanding with me, and often go out of their way to help me out when they see that i'm struggling to communicate or figure something out. i think i'm in good hands.

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

@magitekconveyor

[daylighteclipsed]

ENTRY LEVEL MEANS NO EXPERIENCE. IT MEANS NO PORTFOLIO OF RELEVANT SAMPLES. ENTRY LEVEL IS ENTRY LEVEL

[theriverbeyond]

Ideal work schedule:

I show up and am given a list of cognitively engaging but achievable tasks

I complete the list

I leave immedietly

[corpish]

in recognition of World Down Syndrome Day on March 21

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

Found this really scary new horror game yall should check out. It's called indeed.com and it has a sequel called linkedin

[temporalteardrop]

bass makes a dollar. i make a dime. that's why i think about lesbian sex on company time

[bahoreal]

obsessed with this

[animentality]

[literallyaflame]

how do conservatives think talking to children works? if a four year old came up to me and said “i’m a cat!!” i would say “really? what makes you a cat?” and they’d say some shit like “i have claws >:)” and i’d be like “oh wow, you do have claws. but wait, i thought cats had pointed ears!” and they’d say “they DO!!!” and then i’d pull up a picture of an elf and ask “is THIS a cat?” and they’d yell “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

u wouldn’t say “fucking hell, Emily, get it together. this is the real world”

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[anotherchariotpulledbycats]

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. The silence is deafening.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. Half of them require you to create an account on the company website. You leave a trail of ghost accounts that will be used once and never again. You never receive a response.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. One employer offers an interview, but it's so rare for you to receive any response that you forget to check the website and you miss the time.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. One employer offers an interview, but you don't know the magic words that signal to the esoteric mind of an interviewer that you're fit for the job.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. One employer e-mails you saying that 'unfortunately, you do not have the qualifications we are looking for'. You check the job again and see you applied to be a menial labourer.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. Half of them require a car. No one stops to ask how you're supposed to afford one with no job.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. One employer offers a job. The commute makes you want to die in your sleep.

You call the HR manager for the workplace in hopes of arranging an interview more directly. They don't even have an answering machine.

Employers complain that no one wants to work anymore.

[wrishwrosh]

one neat bonus of being a picky eater as a child is that adult life is filled with so many beautiful discoveries. have you guys heard about caesar salad? im turning 26 this week

[dispatchesfromtheclasswar]

[ato-dato]

Piss off!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!! :)))))