The monitor flickered again. The ghost was back.
She reopened EndNote. She edited the field. She saved. She updated the Word document. She held her breath.
Her advisor, a gruff physical chemist named Professor Hammond, had one unbreakable rule: “If you used Gaussian 09, you cite it properly. Not the manual. The primary literature. And it goes into EndNote perfectly, or I will print your .log files and eat them.” gaussian 09 citation endnote
She collapsed into her chair. The cursor blinked. She had spent 45 minutes wrestling a citation.
She began to type. Author: Frisch, M. J. and then the legion of co-authors: Trucks, G. W.; Schlegel, H. B.; Scuseria, G. E.; Robb, M. A.; Cheeseman, J. R.; Scalmani, G.; Barone, V.; Mennucci, B.; Petersson, G. A.; et al. The monitor flickered again
“Do not truncate the authors of Gaussian 09. The et al. is a lie.”
She closed her laptop. She walked to the vending machine, bought a stale granola bar, and ate it in the dark. Somewhere in the server room, a cluster of CPUs hummed a requiem for the hours of her life she would never get back. She edited the field
Just then, Professor Hammond walked by, holding a printed .log file. He glanced at her screen.
She clicked save. A green checkmark appeared. Relief washed over her. She returned to her Word document. She clicked and selected her new entry.
Alena rubbed her eyes. “I’ve been awake for 36 hours,” she whispered.