At group meeting today, the chores
were re-alloted. So were the desks. The selections were determined by
seniority. For the record, the order was
I assume that undergraduate Kevin is somewhere in the middle, but he didn't come to the meeting.
Burke decided to keep his office and Lucas took Stephano's desk.
Everyone else passed on Lucas' old desk, so I now occupy a small corner
desk with a lovely photo of a tropical beach on an American Lung
Association calendar. Next month: The Grand Canyon! I also scored a
sweet peg-board for important looking notes.
As soon as
the new post-doc arrives, we will be shuffling the desks again. I'll
have to find a way to make sure that he doesn't want my desk because
clearly it's the best one and the envy of everyone in the group.
second seniority draft was held for computing resources. People tend
to get rid of their older, noisier computers for newer, quieter
computers. Li wanted something running a Mac operating system and some
shuffling occurred sending Justin's machine to Li, Raphael's to Justin,
and Raphael getting a new computer.
reassigned chores. It looks like someone has to take John and Lucas's
old jobs, so I'll be both the new group meeting note taker and web
manager! Lucas' job will be hard to perform since he has the refined
dry wit and humor of a cartoon in the New Yorker. I'm worried that
they'll soon learn my humor of choice is physical comedy and that it
won't translate onto the page. John has given me stern warnings to
always be funny which I suppose includes continuing to post
mathematically themed cat pictures on the website. I'll also have to
learn how to program a website...
We then had a journal
club where people brought in papers to share by giving a short
presentation. Everyone should always have a backup, peer-reviewed paper
handy, so I've decided to carry a printout in my back pocket and put a
copy on the pbe server under /elib/tex just in case there's a
sneak-Journal Club attack.
Professor Burke finished by
telling us how rotten the academic job market is, how professors never
have time for anything fun, and the likelihood that we'll all have to
become dancers after the sequester takes away all our funding. The good
news is he was able to clear out his unread email messages over the
Memorial Day vacation. Hooray!