To be fair, in my line of work most of these are valid reasons to be bumped from an instrument. It just means that I have a lot of “hurry up and wait” “”free”” time. In which I have chosen to doodle.
Double quotations means that if I were speaking I would have given this word even GREATER emphasis than the phrase in single quotations.
I doodled this last year right before Christmas break started. Now, three days into the new work year, it looks like things are picking up right where they left off.
I signed it because I know you guys are sneaky bastards and would otherwise steal this fine art and claim it as your own.
I doodled this last year right before Christmas break started. Now, three days into the new work year, it looks like things are picking up right where they left off.
I signed it because I know you guys are sneaky bastards and would otherwise steal this fine art and claim it as your own.
Work is crazy today; I’m probably going to be pulling a 16-hour shift today. Yikes!
At my work we’ve got these high-demand instruments. I signed up to use two of them on this date, so I get them for today. Tomorrow some other lucky scientist gets to use them. But my studies just keep going wrong…and by “my studies just keep going wrong” I mean I keep finding new and creative ways to screw them up, whether it’s running the wrong protocol, QNS-ing the samples (Science-nerd points and a hand-drawn picture from me for the first person who tells me what QNS stands for!), using the wrong sample type or screwing around for so long that I’ve left my reagents on the bench past their room temperature stability limit. Yeesh!
So, if I want to finish my studies before I leave for Christmas break (and my boss assures me that yes, in fact I do) I’m stuck here until they’re done.
Picture the Jeopardy theme song here.
Luckily, I have Qdoba lunch leftovers (from today, even!) and a full soda machine in the lunch room. Oooo…and some Ghirardelli chocolate squares that I received as a Christmas present from a coworker! So I shan’t starve this evening, which makes the prospect of being stuck here a little less depressing. I’m actually wanting to go sleep on the phlebotomy cot in one of the labs, but I don’t think the night security guy would approve.
Ah, science – you cruel, cruel mistress, you.
