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Oh frabjous Monday,
Aug. 18th, 2008 05:42 pmThis 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.]