Monday, November 07, 2022

WHAT DOES SHE KNOW, SHE'S JUST A TECHNICIAN- a poem

 

What do I know I’m just a technician

I only have a meagre 13 years’ experience

You’d like to do some microscope acquisition?

Nah don’t look for me I’m just a technician

 

How much was that new microscope Ki?

Just under a million, I reckon ay?

When will it be our lab’s turn to try?

We want to look at our mutant fruit fly

 

Don’t come to me I’m not an expert

What do I know of the microscope invert

Mind that 30k lens on the objective turret

Scratches and crashes you may want to avert

 

What do I know I’m just a technician

I’m not a high browed grey-haired academician

I know which scopes have better transmission

I can probably explain complex super resolution

 

I must have a use or why am I employed

I help image cells, tissues, organoids and spheroids

But yet when I raise techniques to avoid

I get treated like I’m not even humanoid

 

What do I know I’m just a technician

What do I know about photon emission

Or about the importance of experiment repetition

What do I know I’m just a technician

 

 

 

 

 

Wistful

Today I wish to be dead But that does not mean anything For the wish is fervent and constant Minute after minute Day after day It has moods ...