Oy-vey. Sorry about all of the Jotts, but I had to stay connected somehow. Yesterday was an interesting day. It was girls' night, and Becca and I already had planned to meet as soon as she got home with Connor so she could show me where to pick him up and drop him off after school. About three-o-clock that afternoon, Becca called me and asked me what I was doing. "Readin' a book," I said, to which she replied, "How'd you like to do that on my couch?." It turns out that Connor's day care was closed and on vacation this week, so when Becca went to drop him off on Tuesday...nobody was home. She had to go back to work, which left her in a quandary, but since I was free, I was happy to help out. Connor and I hung out until Becca got off work, and then we three drove around to make sure I knew where everything was, and to make sure that Connor knew what Izzy (my car, remember?) looked like. Then we had girls' night and that was a lot of fun - getting to see Libby and especially Kim. I didn't get home until well after my bedtime, as it was pointed out (like Cinderella couldn't tell, hm? =D)



So today, I was waiting with Izzy on the corner of Mepkin and Boone Hall Rd, and there goes Connor's bus, right past me and down the road without stopping. Ummm...? So I put Izzy in gear and sped off down the road following the bus. The bus eventually went back to the original stop and I pulled up beside it and spoke to the driver. She was very nice and said that Connor kept going on about a silver focus waiting on him, and when she passed me before, he said that it wasn't me and didn't get off. Anyway, the situation has been rectified and he and I are currently chilling at Becca's house. Becca told me to make myself at home, and that I could use her internet...could I resist? So here I am, and here I'll be until Becca gets home. After that, I'm not sure what I'll do - my evening is wide open, and I don't feel like going to bed on time tonight, either.



That reeks of petulance, and speaking of reeking...when I got to work today, the hallways smelled like poo. I guess bioassay (who runs all sorts of tests on the chocolatey-browness) is having a field day or something. Mary, one of the team leaders, had me afraid yesterday because she told us that last week, we did x amount of dollars in sample receipts...translation: we received twice as many samples in that one week as any other week in GEL's entire history. That means that this week and the weeks following will be slammed with samples needing testing. We were all encouraged to work 45-hour or more weeks, and all that jazz - but here's the kicker: I checked my fraction status report this morning, and I'm three batches away from being golden through Labor day. Three batches! That can be done in one day, maybe two. I worked on seven batches today, so I'm not worried about the future. Much. As long as I keep my nose to the grindstone, all should work out well.


But this morning was funny because Mel, who normally gets there at about 7, came in all bright and cheery, and then - for no apparent reason at all and with all of the determination in the world - opens a bag of centrifuge-tube caps and pours them all over Derek and Bethany's work area. Then she adds more, and then some C-tubes, and then (with my amused encouragement) left some funny notes and then stole the paperwork for their batches. So, Derek walks in and thinks that the girl he just broke up with (who works in the lab) did it, and while his reaction was funny, Mel couldn't keep the gag up for long. But I thought it was funny, if odd.