Sunday, July 01, 2007
Fuck i missed entourage sunday, but I ended up seeing it tuesday
So my schedule for the last few days have been
Sometime between 9 and 10- Get into work. Check myself out in the bathroom.
Sometime between 10 and 11- Eat a peanut-butter jelly sandwhich.
Sometime between 11 and 12- Start some experiment that I don't understand but Donna explained to me.
Sometime between 12 and 1- Eat an incredibly large lunch that has all of my coworkers (4 women and 1 guy) and my boss, also a woman, watching in disbelief because I just had a sandwhich at 10. Usually inhale the meal in 15 minutes, so I spend the next 45 pretending I'm doing something important.
Sometime between 1 and 2- Set up another experiment that has an entirely too long incubation period, which means it has to sit for an hour or twelve. Because science is very slow.
Sometime between 2 and 4- Perform miscellaneous tasks that lend to my pretentious productivity. Bother Donna and Anna. Have deep philosophical discussion with Donna, Anna, and Andrea. Make up dances with James.
Between 4 and 5- Grow up these kidney cells. They need feeding and splitting, because they grow too fucking fast.
5:30- Realize that the experiment I did went terribly wrong because I added something incorrectly. Cry.
6:00 - Get reassurance from Donna that "it happens to everybody." Anna says "we've all had those days." Cry more.
Yup, thats pretty much my day, every day. Science is a fickle lover. I didn't include the massive amounts of eating that goes on. Because i've discovered that I eat an inordinate amount of food, particularly during the work day. Its great.
I'm tired. I've been writing, and I want to post some fiction on this. I will. Adios
(Band you should check out this week: Envy on the Coast)
Sometime between 9 and 10- Get into work. Check myself out in the bathroom.
Sometime between 10 and 11- Eat a peanut-butter jelly sandwhich.
Sometime between 11 and 12- Start some experiment that I don't understand but Donna explained to me.
Sometime between 12 and 1- Eat an incredibly large lunch that has all of my coworkers (4 women and 1 guy) and my boss, also a woman, watching in disbelief because I just had a sandwhich at 10. Usually inhale the meal in 15 minutes, so I spend the next 45 pretending I'm doing something important.
Sometime between 1 and 2- Set up another experiment that has an entirely too long incubation period, which means it has to sit for an hour or twelve. Because science is very slow.
Sometime between 2 and 4- Perform miscellaneous tasks that lend to my pretentious productivity. Bother Donna and Anna. Have deep philosophical discussion with Donna, Anna, and Andrea. Make up dances with James.
Between 4 and 5- Grow up these kidney cells. They need feeding and splitting, because they grow too fucking fast.
5:30- Realize that the experiment I did went terribly wrong because I added something incorrectly. Cry.
6:00 - Get reassurance from Donna that "it happens to everybody." Anna says "we've all had those days." Cry more.
Yup, thats pretty much my day, every day. Science is a fickle lover. I didn't include the massive amounts of eating that goes on. Because i've discovered that I eat an inordinate amount of food, particularly during the work day. Its great.
I'm tired. I've been writing, and I want to post some fiction on this. I will. Adios
(Band you should check out this week: Envy on the Coast)
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