They finally fixed it!!!!!

There's two elevators that go from my building to one of the animal facility entrances. I like to use that when I have to visit the facility because it's not a public access elevator.

The larger of the two (I call it the freight elevator) had a quircky feature in it that as you rode it, part of the car would catch on something on every floor. Here's a typical ride down to the first floor:

Floor 6 to 5: *scritch*

Floor 5 to 4: *scratch*

Floor 4 to 3: *scrape*

Floor 3 to 1: *wham* *scrape* *scratch* *scratch* *scratch*

*beep* You made it to floor 1 (no, the elevator doesn't stop on the second floor).

So it was with a bit of dread that the freight elevator opened its doors to take me to the animal facility. Instead of the usual scratching and scraping, it was a nice quiet ride to the bottom floor.

Now if they can only get around to replace the ceiling tiles in under a year, I'd have no complaints about facilities.

Darn Brits!

There's a big immunology conference that gets started tomorrow for five days.

We heard about it because my PI is friends with the guy that's arranging it. Apparently he's having trouble getting people to come to this conference.

Mmkay, you think most red blooded Americans would rather celebrate the holiday with friends and family and not a stuffy immunology conference.

The person hosting the conference is from London.

Enuf said.

Withdrawl

Okay, I had never been very comfortable in sexual relations. My first encounter was with someone that had to notch his bedpost. So I think it lowered my self esteem in that aspect.

Plus it was never very enjoyable. So I put up with it to please the guy.

However, a year ago when I was setup with boyfriend, it was different. For starters, I felt completely comfortable with him, and he did things to prove to me that while he wanted to jump my bones, he wouldn't do anything until I said it was okay.

So now because of him, relations in the sack are incredible. I miss it terribly when he's off on a job working impossibly long schedules that prevent us from getting together.

I haven't seen him in a month. Tomorrow morning, I'll be heading out to see him. I couldn't sleep well last night because I kept hoping that it was early Saturday morning, and what I'd be doing to him when I see him again.

Of course, I work in a lab of guys. Two are married with children, but the single postdoc sure is looking attractive. And the more I think about boyfriend, the harder it gets to contain myself.

Considering our latest department scandal involves sexual harrassement, I'll have to settle for taking cold showers downstairs.