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So here I sit, awaiting that darn centrifuge's pleasure. I really ought to be in a good mood as we've finally gotten back into production after six months of head/wall interfacing.
But, naturally, being a lab supervisor means having to go that extra mile, juggle a billion different problems all at once, and every now and then stay horribly late.
(I normally get out of here at 16.30, it's horribly late if I say it is. Okay?)
I've got another hour and a half at least to look forward to.
Think of the overtime. Think of the overtime.
No I won't. What I will think about instead is getting home in time to switch my brain off and watch The Sarah Conner Chronicles.
Ah Terminators, they ease my pain. |
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