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bursts in through the closed door
“Oh my God, OP, you’re not going to believe this: THE DOG REVOLUTION SET THE BUILDING ON FIRE AFTER BRINGING COFFEE!”
Mhmm, mhmm. Knock first.
One of the best things about my job is that our clinic’s offices share a hallway with the hospital’s charitable organization, and they have two golden lab “therapy dogs”.
A lot of the clinicians keep dog treats in our offices and once or twice a day the doggos will politely paw at people’s doors for treats and pets time. They are by far my favorite co-workers.
Once or twice a day!? Why the hell am I doing this job??
I worked at a hospital that has therapy dogs. There was a code you could call for the dogs. I can’t remember it now. It was like "Dr. Rover is needed in room 12” or something like that.
The cutest thing is that the dog has a badge.
So they’re training dogs to trick-or-treat?
Tbh, not a lot of training required. They are really treat/love motivated.
They are really treat/love motivated.
I used to work for a private air cargo company and at the time they were renting space from a private jet operator. The owners daughter worked out of the second floor office and brought her mixed breed dog with her everyday. The highlight of our day was when Olive would come down for a bathroom break or a walk and would stop by our office for pets and the “secret” treat. I don’t miss the job, but I do miss the Olive.
But at least now I mostly work from home so I get to spend every night with my golden snoring like a lumberjack behind me. She’s become so well known that during some meetings I’m asked to switch from the headset to speakers so they can say hello to her.
Dissertation? This grad student has his own personal office? With a door? I wasn’t even issued a chair. I had to get my own.
As for dogs: when I was in grad school, one of the professors had a dog that sat quietly next to his desk all day, at least as far as the professor knew. When he went to the bathroom, his dog would run into the hall and play with people, but the dog was listening for his footsteps and was always back in his office in time. This didn’t last long because the department head didn’t like dogs and complained :(
I’m doing my PhD in Germany, everyone here is employed with salary and has a 1-3 people office. At least in computer science.
I did a science PhD so I also got paid, enough to live modestly but comfortably. I shared an office with four other people but it was a big office. The incident with the chair probably had more to do with the struggle between the professors and the university to avoid paying for things like that than it did with an absolute lack of funds.
All of the grad students in my department - ten or twelve? - along with the few undergrads we had assisting our program - had to share a single medium-sized room, with no assigned seating. At least they had shared computers at every other seat. Sadly, I don’t recall the chair situation.
no assigned seating
One professor in my department was so protective of her lab’s space that when she noticed me sitting at a desk assigned to one of her students, she went and complained directly to my advisor. The desk’s owner was a friend of mine and on a month-long international trip at that time and I wasn’t even making a habit of using his desk - it was just a convenient place to sit while talking to another one of her students.
How did you guys share computers? My work was 100% on the computer so we would have had to work in shifts if there had not been enough computers for everyone (but there were).
I had a very fancy portable hard drive using the brand-new USB protocol that could power itself from the PS/2 port.
When I started my phd (in a different country, during late covid times) my only collegue who would have sat in my room always worked from home. It wasn’t very fun at all. Well, very few people came to the office anyways, so I just had to try and figure out everything by myself, eat lunch alone, etc. etc.
I am so much happier now in a 4 person room where I have 1-3 collegues to talk to depending on the day.
Having a private office would be a nice symbol of status but I don’t think I’d actually enjoy working in one - in grad school, I was really happy in my shared office since the other guys there were my friends. I graduated a year after them and that last year was not fun. Of course new people took their spots but those people were strangers to me.
“personal office” i bet $5 that it’s their dorm room
They never claimed it was their office, the poster did.
oh you’re right. sorry i’ve gotten into a habit of ignoring the “black text on white background above the actual picture” part of memes as half the time it’s either “nobody:” or a variant on “this is so funny!”
I have an office at my university but we had to apply for it and only get it for two years. It’s pretty nice, maybe 7x7 with a desk, chair, and bookshelves.
Jesus christ, 7x7? I got my bachelor’s , did the things you’re supposed to do, and when I found out what that life was like, I quit and became a forklift operator at a union job making more money, with better co-workers and less stress. I have little to no structure or micro-managing, don’t feel caged, I’m given the freedom and trust to manage myself, don’t deal with inane BS like meetings that have nothing to do with me, no stress whatsoever, when I leave those doors, im a free man. It infuriates me that I’m still paying for that bullshit paper that I’m not using, simply because older family members said I had to. Fuck.
After the boomers, none of us really stood a chance at fixing things, because we were raised by broken people. Broken people break other people in different ways than they were broken. That generation (as a whole, I know I’m generalizing, which is bad, I recognize there are a lot of amazing boomer parents and otherwise good influences) but in my personal experience, I’ve had FAR more friction with boomers than any other generation, by a VERY wide margin. It happens to such a degree that I sometimes question if I’m the problem. Then I get yelled at by some fat, bald guy with a goatee while I’m walking my dog, for him smelling the flowers around a tree between the road and sidewalk. Which is city property. Also, he always poops and pees before we go for the walk, so that wasn’t an issue either. This guy was just a dickhead trying to assert some kind of power because he was unhappy in life. I’ll give you one guess which flag he actually had ABOVE the American flag. That was before the election. The flag is now gone, but… I know where it was.
Holy shit I went off on a tangent lol. My apologies for my rant. The axe never remembers, the tree never forgets.
Could be that you think he meant 7x7m while he was talking about 7x7ft, quite a difference
7x7ft is tiny but 7x7m would be remarkably big.
Right
How do you get the impression that this is a grad student?
Your comment does remind me of the time I visited a CS grad student at a local university for some programming tutoring in the mid-90s. He had an office! It was about the size of a closet, but there was a door and everything.
How do you get the impression that this is a grad student?
He’s working on his dissertation.
Now that I think about it some more, I do recall seeing places where grad students did have their own personal closets…
How do you get the impression that they are working on their dissertation?
They say so, right above “Never: come in without knocking.”
Thanks. Somehow my brain just kept sliding right over that word even after re-reading it multiple times. What the fuck is up with that?
It’s normal in my university. I have a 2 person office. The other guy rarely comes, so it’s basically a one person office. I thought most people have an office during PhD. Maybe it’s varies by country?
Dog should be top priority.
You know when there’s a dog in the office they just write off the whole day as a productivity loss.
If you have a dog that hangs out at the office all the time, everyone gets a +1 mood bonus when they clock in
the funny addendum negates all the valuable preceding info. it’s so funny! XD lol i guess that means the entire thing was a joke
Urgent doggies in office updaters rejoicing
Oh man I want one of these so bad and I work from home.
I want one of these so bad
When you say “these,” you’re talking about a revolution, right?
Yup. Guillotines are a great DIY project to teach the children about woodworking and justice.
There is always the front door.
“The building or someone is on fire”
When I was working in property management, certain people would frequently call me in the middle of the night for what they considered emergencies. They’d wake me up because a stove burner wouldn’t heat, or a lightbulb was out, or they just remembered that a door creaks. This shit got old real fast, so I began training the night callers that “emergency means Fire, Flood, or Death”.
One man was unfazed by my Fire, Flood, or Death mantra, so every time I saw his number ring in, I just shouted into the phone FIRE FLOOD OR DEATH? FIRE FLOOD OR DEATH?!
woooow its so crazy that people expect their homes that they are paying so much rent for to be functional ALL THE TIME
When my husband and I started dating he was a property manager of an apartment complex. Coincidentally they fired him within a month after I moved in since he was getting an apartment as part of his salary. As we were moving out of that shithole we still had people walking into our empty apartment after us both yelling at us that such and such needed to be fixed. Completely wild.
I just wanted to inform you that there is a revoition, and its leader is a dog, I thought you would like to know.
Also I would like to point you you have missed a few emergencies, like a tornado tore the roof off.
i had to tell my mom not to come in without knocking
it’s my house lol
Urgent business:
Pups always get priority, doesn’t matter what I will drop whatever I am doing to pet them
Including another puppy?
New is always better
Nobody ever brings kittens to the office
My veterinarian had an office cat. It would come into the waiting room and sit on my cat’s carrier to exert dominance.
I remember my old vet back up north about 25 years ago had a MASSIVE leopard-looking cat in their office.
I have in fact been to an optometrists office that had office kittens.
And that makes me sad.
Someone walked in on him jacking it to animal porn. I guarantee it
There was a dog, after all…
On the list of exceptions, they forgot Cake.
Coke*
