Monday

I hate those days when you absolutely cannot be bothered to do any experiments.

I'm having one of those days today. It's a Monday. I keep thinking about Office Space and shit. I've done very little actual work today. I've been pretty good about changing my screen to PubMed every time someone walks by. You know, gotta make it look like I'm doing something.

One of the post-docs here totally supports the loafing about. I mean, when it comes down to it, sometimes it is better to do nothing than to do something. For instance, there have been plenty of occasions where I just could not be arsed doing an experiment, I ended up doing it, but I fucked it up somehow. Now, if I had only waited to do it the next day, it might have been done properly. The particular experiment I am talking about takes about a week and a half to do from start to finish, so if I fuck it up I have actually wasted quite a bit of time.

So I think I'm sitting on my ass today. I'm fucking tired and shit.

I have a stack of papers about three inches tall that I should be reading. If I read them, though, I will pass the fuck out. The stuff I love can be so fucking boring sometimes.

It's like when I try to describe my research to someone outside the field - I get the glazed eye look. I try to keep it as broad as possible. "I'm in biomedical research." That is all I really want to say, but I am inevitably pushed deeper and deeper until I am talking about proteins and signaling. Then I get the glazed eye look from the person I am talking to, he or she is completely bored, and I have ruined a conversation. Fun, fun, fun.

I'm going to start saying that I am in the circus and just make shit up.