Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

for my next trick

I'm so pissed and frustrated right now.

The sample from the clinic collected last night wasn't working out for some reason. Decide to throw in the towel, and started bringing crap in from the culture lab to the main lab.

Our building is notorious for having roof leaks. It's only a 15 year old building. As I go to grap the laptop, I hear a familar "drip......drip". Look up, and there's a new leak developing above the desk next to mine. Go to pull out the ceiling tile (already starting to look like it might buckle), and put a bucket under it to collect the drips.

Figure it's probably a good idea at this point to check for any more leaks. Find two more: above a computer, and above the box that controls the laser output for the sorter.

Just farking lovely.

Rip up every plastic bag I have to make temporary dropcovers, and about a dozen biohazard bags too. At this point, I'm covering everything of value since it seems to be random cowpie lottery where the next one will show up.

Walk past a leak from last year they supposedly fixed and get a drop of dirty water in the face.

And I'm still waiting for the dropclothes.

Is this anyway to run a research facility?????

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