After a freak storm this morning (which was impressive to watch from my third-floor lab window) and a two-second (literally, the lights flickered-no computer nor clock reset) power outage, the air compressor and extremely important piece of equipment went out. Fixed important equipment, fixed air compressor.
Did I mention that the air-con in the building also went out? Did I also mention that, due to air-flow/circulation in the building, the windows in every lab and office are covered with storm windows screwed into the concrete that cannot be opened? Did I also mention that an 80 degree lab is more unbearable than the 90 degree weather outside?
Really, it is. Trust me.
And turning off the fluorescent lights in the lab-while conserving energy-doesn't do much for the overall temperature in the lab. I would be working from the confines of home right now if the silly bacteria would grow....
Did I also mention that a highly humid lab is not conducive for weighing out LB media? Really. Trust me on this one.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
8-12...
The satellite company we have is coming to upgrade our satellite boxes this morning. Not that we couldn't do it, but the logistics of shipping us the new boxes and shipping back the old ones is a nightmare-therefore having them come and install them would be easier.
Or so I thought.
Being the one with a more flexible schedule, I told Mr. Dr. Zeek that I would stay home this morning and wait for them to come. Running out the door this morning at 7:30, Mr. Dr. Zeek called over his shoulder, "The appointment is for sometime between 8-12."
Wait. What? A four-hour window? They cannot narrow it down farther than that? I am chained to the house, and the phone, for four hr? And, the really cool thing, if you miss their phone call (they call you as they are leaving their last job), the put you at the end of the cue and go to the next place. I am afraid to even go to the bathroom right now for fear of missing a phone call or the doorbell ringing. I wonder if I can pull the four-hour window for meetings with Big Boss Man or my undergrads. Yep, Big Boss Man, we can meet to talk about very important manuscript tomorrow, say sometime between 12:00 and 4:00. Just wait for me in your office.
Somehow I don't think that would go over so well.
Or so I thought.
Being the one with a more flexible schedule, I told Mr. Dr. Zeek that I would stay home this morning and wait for them to come. Running out the door this morning at 7:30, Mr. Dr. Zeek called over his shoulder, "The appointment is for sometime between 8-12."
Wait. What? A four-hour window? They cannot narrow it down farther than that? I am chained to the house, and the phone, for four hr? And, the really cool thing, if you miss their phone call (they call you as they are leaving their last job), the put you at the end of the cue and go to the next place. I am afraid to even go to the bathroom right now for fear of missing a phone call or the doorbell ringing. I wonder if I can pull the four-hour window for meetings with Big Boss Man or my undergrads. Yep, Big Boss Man, we can meet to talk about very important manuscript tomorrow, say sometime between 12:00 and 4:00. Just wait for me in your office.
Somehow I don't think that would go over so well.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
A letter to my next-door neighboor...
Dear ass-hat-
Could you please refrain from using any power-tools before, let's say 9:00 am, on a Sunday morning? Starting your power-sander thing outside my window at 7:30 am on a Sunday morning is not conducive for anything but pissing me the fuck off. I understand that you are busy and may need to get some stuff around the house done, but seriously dude, WTF? I was up till 3:30 last night working on some cool ass science, and four hours of sleep is going to make me one cranky mofo. I mean really, 7:30? On a freaking Sunday.
And, if you were only going to sand-whatever-the-fuck you are for 30 min and then start packing everything up, could you not have waited until a reasonable hour? Really, douchebag, you never show any fucking common courtesy, I understand that and should expect no less from you, but since I have been sitting on the porch with my coffee for the past 30 min (since, for some silly reason-I couldn't get back to sleep with all the buzzing and the whirring and the general cacophony coming from your backyard) you have talked on the phone, paced around, and not done anything but glare my way. Thank you for the wonderful wake-up call. You are right, I had things to do today, so what is an extra hour of sleep anyways, ass-munch.
No love me.
Dear Mr. Dr. Zeek-
Damn you for being able to sleep through a fucking tornado.
I expect a nice dinner tonight.
You sleep-deprived wife...
Could you please refrain from using any power-tools before, let's say 9:00 am, on a Sunday morning? Starting your power-sander thing outside my window at 7:30 am on a Sunday morning is not conducive for anything but pissing me the fuck off. I understand that you are busy and may need to get some stuff around the house done, but seriously dude, WTF? I was up till 3:30 last night working on some cool ass science, and four hours of sleep is going to make me one cranky mofo. I mean really, 7:30? On a freaking Sunday.
And, if you were only going to sand-whatever-the-fuck you are for 30 min and then start packing everything up, could you not have waited until a reasonable hour? Really, douchebag, you never show any fucking common courtesy, I understand that and should expect no less from you, but since I have been sitting on the porch with my coffee for the past 30 min (since, for some silly reason-I couldn't get back to sleep with all the buzzing and the whirring and the general cacophony coming from your backyard) you have talked on the phone, paced around, and not done anything but glare my way. Thank you for the wonderful wake-up call. You are right, I had things to do today, so what is an extra hour of sleep anyways, ass-munch.
No love me.
Dear Mr. Dr. Zeek-
Damn you for being able to sleep through a fucking tornado.
I expect a nice dinner tonight.
You sleep-deprived wife...
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