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Let's try that again
Dec. 16th, 2003 09:34 amMy favorite grocery store changed ownership several months ago. Now it's another Marsh (hidden behind a stupid O'Malias sign) with the same bad produce as all the other Marsh stores. The prices went up on just about everything, they stopped carrying anything but boxed (boxed!) hot chocolate, and they constantly run out of the things I need (like the Redi Whip I wanted yesterday). Sure, I can go to the Marsh-Marsh down by my house, but it also has shitty produce, high prices and very little in the way of the high-end grocery stuff that I like.
Sounds boring, I know, but when I like something I like it and I resent the hell out of it when things change - especially when they change for the worse. I literally feel lost without my old grocery store. Go ahead, cock an eyebrow at me, I'm doing it already.
I couldn't start my inductions yesterday because the nincompoops who own the anaerobic hood haven't been taking care of it. I wound up with yet another day's delay while I tried to fill the hood and equilibrate it, only to come in this morning to find it still deflated - but the oxygen meter reads "0", so I just have to go ahead and try it. I need these results, oh, last week, so I don't want to and can't wait any longer. I just hope it works this time, I'm tired of running this experiment and having all these doubts about the results. Pisser.
The other lab things and real life things I didn't get to yesterday were also delayed because I spent several hours running around doing other things. Not to mention the couple thousand root bits and little tumors I was counting. Gawd, I'm only half-way done with the counting *grabs head in desperate frustration*. So I left the lab too late to go to the pet supply shop, and too late to pick up a movie. I was too hungry at that point.
Frantic. That's how I've been feeling, frantic.
We need to get the manuscript with revisions out by Christmas. Clay told me yesterday that he's going to work through the 24th, sort of implying that I'm going to need to do the same. Never mind that mom and dad arrive on the 21st. You know, mom? And dad? Those people I haven't seen in 8 and 5 months? Yeah, them. Jeffrey gets back around midnight of the 21st, and I was hoping to see him on the 22nd.
*scream* There's just too much I want to and have to do, and I have absolutely no time.
I guess I should quit bitching and go back to the bench. Man, am I tired.
Sounds boring, I know, but when I like something I like it and I resent the hell out of it when things change - especially when they change for the worse. I literally feel lost without my old grocery store. Go ahead, cock an eyebrow at me, I'm doing it already.
I couldn't start my inductions yesterday because the nincompoops who own the anaerobic hood haven't been taking care of it. I wound up with yet another day's delay while I tried to fill the hood and equilibrate it, only to come in this morning to find it still deflated - but the oxygen meter reads "0", so I just have to go ahead and try it. I need these results, oh, last week, so I don't want to and can't wait any longer. I just hope it works this time, I'm tired of running this experiment and having all these doubts about the results. Pisser.
The other lab things and real life things I didn't get to yesterday were also delayed because I spent several hours running around doing other things. Not to mention the couple thousand root bits and little tumors I was counting. Gawd, I'm only half-way done with the counting *grabs head in desperate frustration*. So I left the lab too late to go to the pet supply shop, and too late to pick up a movie. I was too hungry at that point.
Frantic. That's how I've been feeling, frantic.
We need to get the manuscript with revisions out by Christmas. Clay told me yesterday that he's going to work through the 24th, sort of implying that I'm going to need to do the same. Never mind that mom and dad arrive on the 21st. You know, mom? And dad? Those people I haven't seen in 8 and 5 months? Yeah, them. Jeffrey gets back around midnight of the 21st, and I was hoping to see him on the 22nd.
*scream* There's just too much I want to and have to do, and I have absolutely no time.
I guess I should quit bitching and go back to the bench. Man, am I tired.
