Alena rubbed her eyes. “I’ve been awake for 36 hours,” she whispered.
She clicked save. A green checkmark appeared. Relief washed over her. She returned to her Word document. She clicked and selected her new entry.
It was correct. It was hideous. It was 12-point Times New Roman perfection.
She sighed. “Fine.” She typed all 23 names manually.
She reopened EndNote. She edited the field. She saved. She updated the Word document. She held her breath.
Alena opened EndNote X9. She clicked . Her fingers hovered over the dropdown menu for Reference Type. Computer Program . Yes.
She returned to Word. She re-inserted the citation. The document updated.
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.
The citation appeared: (Frisch, M. J.; 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., 2009)
She collapsed into her chair. The cursor blinked. She had spent 45 minutes wrestling a citation.
Just then, Professor Hammond walked by, holding a printed .log file. He glanced at her screen.
Gaussian: 09 Citation Endnote
Alena rubbed her eyes. “I’ve been awake for 36 hours,” she whispered.
She clicked save. A green checkmark appeared. Relief washed over her. She returned to her Word document. She clicked and selected her new entry.
It was correct. It was hideous. It was 12-point Times New Roman perfection. gaussian 09 citation endnote
She sighed. “Fine.” She typed all 23 names manually.
She reopened EndNote. She edited the field. She saved. She updated the Word document. She held her breath. Alena rubbed her eyes
Alena opened EndNote X9. She clicked . Her fingers hovered over the dropdown menu for Reference Type. Computer Program . Yes.
She returned to Word. She re-inserted the citation. The document updated. A green checkmark appeared
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.
The citation appeared: (Frisch, M. J.; 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., 2009)
She collapsed into her chair. The cursor blinked. She had spent 45 minutes wrestling a citation.
Just then, Professor Hammond walked by, holding a printed .log file. He glanced at her screen.