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Jul. 1st, 2004 10:05 pmI have finished my mural. There are not words.
Work continues apace, despite my newfound tendency to panic at small beeping noises. Whoevers bright idea it was to put me in charge of making things work dies a long, painful death. Today for example, we ran our batched B12 and PSA tests. (I admit that I'm not sure what exactly a PSA test is for, other than that it's an early tumor diagnostic, and although I know vitamin B12, I'm not sure why we test for it. Someday.) These tests require samples to be frozen, boiled, allowed to sit, and run through this machine. Due to some evil freak of nature, my controls failed halfway through this carefully timed process meaning I had to start over. That was bad enough, but then I couldn't get results on this machine either, and this machine has been my friend, so far. Then this machine, the bane of my lab-tech existence STOPPED SENDING RESULTS TO THE OTHER MACHINES.
It turned out that the lab had risen above it's thirty degree cut off, and the machines had "overheated." I do not like troubleshooting, nosireebob, not at all.
Lastly, I have just finished reading The Ethical Slut. About halfway through, I realized that the authors were trying to inspire people to have multiple relationships at once. The mind boggles. Having one relationship at a time isn't enough for some people? There are people out there who have the energy to deal with the egos and insecurities and baggage of lots of people? At once?
So. In summery, I can check a few things off, on that list of things I might want to do sometime in my life. I know that I don't want to be:
1. A muralist
2. A person who works in a lab
3. A person who works in medicine, in any way shape or form
4. A polyamorist
Work continues apace, despite my newfound tendency to panic at small beeping noises. Whoevers bright idea it was to put me in charge of making things work dies a long, painful death. Today for example, we ran our batched B12 and PSA tests. (I admit that I'm not sure what exactly a PSA test is for, other than that it's an early tumor diagnostic, and although I know vitamin B12, I'm not sure why we test for it. Someday.) These tests require samples to be frozen, boiled, allowed to sit, and run through this machine. Due to some evil freak of nature, my controls failed halfway through this carefully timed process meaning I had to start over. That was bad enough, but then I couldn't get results on this machine either, and this machine has been my friend, so far. Then this machine, the bane of my lab-tech existence STOPPED SENDING RESULTS TO THE OTHER MACHINES.
It turned out that the lab had risen above it's thirty degree cut off, and the machines had "overheated." I do not like troubleshooting, nosireebob, not at all.
Lastly, I have just finished reading The Ethical Slut. About halfway through, I realized that the authors were trying to inspire people to have multiple relationships at once. The mind boggles. Having one relationship at a time isn't enough for some people? There are people out there who have the energy to deal with the egos and insecurities and baggage of lots of people? At once?
So. In summery, I can check a few things off, on that list of things I might want to do sometime in my life. I know that I don't want to be:
1. A muralist
2. A person who works in a lab
3. A person who works in medicine, in any way shape or form
4. A polyamorist
