MoranTech: We will never be rid of him.

While I was off Obamarama-ing, BlogFodder (ne Tech) was given a project to complete on his own. It was to be a repetition of the small project I trained him on the previous week, only with fewer of those complicated dilutions. The catch of course being that he had to do it all on his own, without my coaxing.

(For those of you who missed some of the later comments--if BF had been hired as my tech, he'd be out the door. But he's here mostly to do a project of Advisor's devising, and be an extra pair of hands for the rest of us when he's free.)

Against all expectation, BF performed just fine on his lonesome. The slides look ok, if not lovely, and he appears to have gotten the dilutions right, thus supporting the hypothesis several readers voiced, that he just goes all weak-kneed under my judgmental eye.

Today, Advisor was having BF look through the slides and compare them to an atlas. When I stopped by the microscope for unrelated purposes, BF asked me a couple of questions about the comparison.

Because I am a naturally bossy helpful person, I looked at his tissue, gave him a few pointers, and went about my business.

Later, Advisor came to me. "Jekyll, I am quite happy with BF. I gave him some slides to compare to the atlas and he appears to have figured out the best landmarks to use!"

Jekyll: "Ohhh. Um, I helped him out."

Advisor:[disappointed] "You helped him figure out the landmarks? So my test was not really a test?"

In other words, BF had his big test this week, and somehow I failed it.