Patrick.

He was the only one on the lab tech team who realized that "core working hours are 10-13" meant you can actually come at 9 and it's ok and did so because it worked better for him. My colleagues always bullied me for coming between 8 and 9 (him to a lesser extend). Even at 7:30 I was "the late one". They all started between 4:30 am and 6:30 am. But the project managers actually hated that because they, as everyone outside the lab technician team, started around 9. And most techs left between 2 and 3 pm, leaving no possibility for late changes or dynamic workflow. Likewise, the technicians in the morning were unable to start working if they had questions about the work that was assigned for that day because the project managers weren't there yet. But somehow me sticking to the core hours and my biorhythm (and later to my puke schedule when I got pregnant) made me the lazy and weird one - it was me and Patrick who were ok starting machines after incubation was done at 5 pm, do emergency tests at 4 pm, bring over vials at 6 pm. Patrick didn't judge anyone and was the only one who liked me and supported my pregnancy while my tech colleagues wished me dead and my baby aborted, miscarried, stillborn or disabled. Fuck them.

Patrick quickly became the team lead. I am not at that company anymore but I am glad he managed to rise up that quickly. Patrick, I doubt you're on lemmy but thanks again for covering for me and pipetting the formaldehyde. My daughter is a healthy girl and I am glad you had my back.