it is sealed. but it is taking forever to equilibrate.

Why yes, it is I, the resident chemist, complaining yet again about work (and using too many commas? grammar geeks, help me out here).

All I want to do is go to the work party, starting in twenty minutes and eat my hamburger and pretty much any other food because I am starving.
But alas, I am still here in the lab waiting for a decent tdot so I can send it into a pulse and then ten minutes after that change the offset and hope for the best.

GRrrrRRrrrr.

*disclaimer: I love, love, love my job. It has been an awesome opportunity to work here and gain so much experience and learn so much. BUT. It can be frustrating. Today is one of those days. So there.

Oh, for the love of gallium!

GAHHHHHHHHHHHh.

Why, oh why, oh why must you be so difficult calorimetry!

I swear, the next time the helium bulb's mysteriously empty after having been filled hours before, the line just won't pump down to a low enough pressure, or the calorimeter doesn't seal for no apparent reason, I'm picking up a hammer. I'm going to unleash my fury on the glass vacuum line and break it into a thousand little pieces and then stomp on them in very thick boots while screaming "Screw this rig! Sign me up for PPMS 101!!!"

And then I will get fired.

Hmmm.

I suppose I'll just keep those actions in my head....and go back to refilling the bulb. For the what is it now? Oh yeah, fourth time in three days.

Awesome.

endurance

Today is just one of those days, where I'm a bit grumpy for no particular reason.

I just don't feel like trying anymore. Not today.

Maybe tomorrow.

But today, I'm just too lazy to care.

I really, really just want to crawl back into bed and sleep until Sunday.

Stomache Pains

I woke up this morning feeling like a wrung-out washcloth; feeling like no matter what I do it's never good enough.

I'm frustrated. I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm confused. I'm not sure what I'm feeling exactly. I'm a wrung-out washcloth.

Κύριε ἐλέησον! Θάλασσα καὶ πῦρ καὶ γυνή, κακὰ τρία. Μέτρον ἄριστον. Τί κοινότατον; Ἐλπίς. Καὶ γὰρ οἳς ἄλλο μηδέν, αὔτη παρέστη.

Ναι... αυτά...