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Oh frabjous Monday,
This day started with my disapproval of My Undergrad's hours turning into a request for him to keep track of his hours on a timecard. For me, this is significant criticism. I think he actually has realized this.
That was the highlight.
Later, a strange smell in our radiation room turned out to be something burning in the coils of our primary, radiation storing -20 degree C freezer. What followed was a mad dash to find enough shielding and radiation approved storage to keep our experiments viable, a clearing of all waste (complicated disposal, hello) so that maintenance is willing to go in there, and both of us who usually end up cleaning things coming away dizzy or headachey from the fumes.
Then.
My sloppy minion and my procrastinator minion got into a yelling match about accusations, messiness, tact and personal attacks vs. constructive criticism. Yelling.
I already had a headache.
So, it's 5:30 and now I'm going to, you know, start all the experiments I meant to get done this afternoon. I'd head/desk, but I don't need any further reason to leave running.
[Although, on a walk through the bookstore earlier today, I noticed that those sweatpants with words written in giant font right across the bum are just not going away, are they? I entertained myself for a little while envisioning the millions I could make creating labcoats with school emblems on the bum. Or maybe words like 'HOT' There'd be this fabulous radiation double meaning. I think I'm on to something.]
That was the highlight.
Later, a strange smell in our radiation room turned out to be something burning in the coils of our primary, radiation storing -20 degree C freezer. What followed was a mad dash to find enough shielding and radiation approved storage to keep our experiments viable, a clearing of all waste (complicated disposal, hello) so that maintenance is willing to go in there, and both of us who usually end up cleaning things coming away dizzy or headachey from the fumes.
Then.
My sloppy minion and my procrastinator minion got into a yelling match about accusations, messiness, tact and personal attacks vs. constructive criticism. Yelling.
I already had a headache.
So, it's 5:30 and now I'm going to, you know, start all the experiments I meant to get done this afternoon. I'd head/desk, but I don't need any further reason to leave running.
[Although, on a walk through the bookstore earlier today, I noticed that those sweatpants with words written in giant font right across the bum are just not going away, are they? I entertained myself for a little while envisioning the millions I could make creating labcoats with school emblems on the bum. Or maybe words like 'HOT' There'd be this fabulous radiation double meaning. I think I'm on to something.]
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if the women would buy your lab coats with slogans on the butts, i would respect them more.
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I have just decided that I am Not Dealing With Any More Work Shit (not even the boy upon whom I am inappropriately crushing sitting two desks down having been seemingly oblivious to the drama all day,) and am going HOME. Sure, I wanted to get more done today, but it'll keep, dammit.
I want ice cream for dinner, but I'll probably have Ethiopian food. Wanna come over? I have wine, and whine.
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LOVE.
as for women in GENERAL, if they want respect they really shouldn't put words on their butts. that's my grandma-ish opinion. however, lab coats designed by you, i feel, would have a certain je ne sais quoi.
it is almost always true that work will keep.
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OH HAI THIS IS MAH BOIFRIEND. *STOMP STOMP*
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It's an image near and dear to my heart. Er...I may have suggested the Teal'c intervention to more than one person yesterday. But as it's my fantasy he can also teleport from person to person. ;)
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*cuddles Minxy*
no, wait
*sends Teal'c to cuddle Minxy*
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Seriously, did the fumes from the fire go to everyone's *head*? I don't even want to deal with any of that. Yuck.
I guess I'll be buying a new -20 tomorrow, though. That might work as retail therapy.
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Fumes are sneaky that way. *sigh* *pets Minxy* *sends more Teal'c-cuddles*
yay retail therapy? Maybe you can get a sparkly one?