n00bitude

on monday morning i figured, holy ass it snowed a lot, and i work "far" away, i should call them cause i bet they're closed. so i call at 7.30, when all my internal organs are still booting up, and the secretary has been there for like an hour. imagine that: some of my coworkers, many with small mammary-attaching offspring, are at work and actually work-ing while i'm still farting in my sleep.

so i came from slack-tastic harvard and now i have to pony up and put in some serious effort here, proving myself yet again. this morning a pussy few inches have fallen overnight and the snowfall is busy, not blinding - i'm totally going to work.

~2 hours later i'm shaken from the display on route 2. i'm late, and my co-n00b parked her boyfriend's wrx in a snowbank on the way. they send us home at 2 pm, along with some other people who live "far" away.

on the way out they go, here, have these phone numbers and call next time - we would have told you to just stay home. i think of my flannel pajamas, my teddy bear fred, my birthday featherbed of luxury...and how i could have remained in a crystallized state of quietude for several hours, sleeping through american morning on CNN and starting the coffee pot sometime after 9.

so, while i *did* get to use my respirator with my 111th percentile lungs to empty about 17 gallons of acetonitrile into the waste drum, and while i *did* get my own HPLC station, all new and shiny, i also had to drive home. butt muscle on clutch side + throttle foot = smoked.

gas mileage = 29 mpg. should tell you how little fun i had.