bronwynrh | The Lost Entry

What the. . . ?

Wha. . . ?

I come to my LJ page to fine it's been dropped back to some icky, yucky, blue-and-white default style? I didn't do that! What the hell? What the fuck?

Argh!

LJ has really been doofing up lately. I haven't been able to post comments, read comments, follow links. . . it's been a real pain. I suppose this is supposed to make me want to become a paid user, so that I would/could avoid all this trouble, but all it does is piss me off.

And now this fubar-ing with my style. Sheesh.

Now, what style did I have, anyway? It wasn't Foresty kinda. . . that one sucks. Or is it blows? I'm still trying to figure out which is worse.

I'm here at work, 7pm. Everyone left while I was down in the 'scope room. They locked all the doors and turned off all the lights. Which means that basically everyone put in less than 7 hour days today. Niiiiiiice. Joey's still slacking, but at this point, I've almost given up. There's only so much pep talk I'm willing to give. He's basically taken the school's money, given himself summer camp in return, and will never, ever get a recommendation from either me or Clay. *self-righteous nod*

So, I'm going to autoclave a bunch of test tubes and pipet tips now. Why? Because a certain someone didn't do their job last week, that's why. And while that's happily steaming away, I'll work on building a figure for my paper. If I'm lucky, I'll be home by 10 tonight.

In happier news, I saw Adam in the 'scope room this evening. With the lights on :-)
I won't say that when it rains, it pours, because that would require something to happen, which it hasn't. I'll just say it's nice to feel like a girl again, especially when I spend so much time feeling like a wound-up ball of stressalicious tension.

I'm supposed to go to this dinner with all the summer REU students (ie Joey and cohorts) this Friday, but I'd really rather do something else. Clay has said "you should go, Bronwyn" but I really don't wanna. Would a date be a good enough excuse? Hmmmmm *ponderponderponder* Urf. The Guilt Force. *AIEEE* It is so strong within me! I'll go and get free food and find fun for Saturday.

*sigh*

Duty calls.