| It is very strange to go from being the "daughter" at work dinners/parties to becoming the "coworker/colleague" |
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| Things I spilled today:
1) Water from the Brita filter just as my mentor walked into the room.
2) Red curry sauce onto my pants and white shirt just as my PI walked into the room.
3) A cage full of live, infected mice as I was putting them into the radioactive bag.
4) A bucketful of ice water containing tubes of organs I just harvested. |
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| My first week of work :)
3 workouts that one can do when working in a fume hood . . .
1) To exercise the upper arm muscles (biceps? triceps), hold elbow still at 90 degrees for hours while diluting viruses, all the while making sure the pipet tip doesn't touch anything. 2) To exercise the wrist, try breaking pipets to make an aspirator. 3) To exercise the thumb, pipet up and down for hours at end.
The hardest part of my job so far? 1) Double gloving myself over my protective gearwear 2) Taping the Biohazard bag on the wall of the fume hood when cover is lowered almost completely down (I need longer arms)
After mastering the art of using the UV room and not touching dangerous carcinogens (among other skills), I realize that my craft is utterly useless in this lab seeing how the UV room is now a small little box. Seeing how I happen to be a paranoid freak and klutz, I really shouldn't be working in a lab filled with all kinds of viruses, carcinogens, and UV lights at every turn.
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| Why is it the only time someone is interested in having coffee/lunch/dinner with me, it's because they're interested in living with me? |
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| It figures that the one week I come home and expect on eating home cooked meals, we either go out to eat, get fast food, or order in, and then, end up eating up on paper napkins in the bathroom
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