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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

If I'd Gone to Law School, I'd Be a Lawyer By Now

Far, far too many 13-hour days in the lab in the last two weeks. Really, one is too many but ugh. I don't know the last time I made it home before nine from this fluorescently lit windowless hell. Last night I got home just before midnight - yay science! Because nothing seems to want to work for me lately. First we didn't get the image analysis software we ordered, then I tried to get NIH Image to work and it refused to open any of my images, then I downloaded its PC eqivalent onto my laptop to see if it was a weird Mac issue but that didn't work either. Then I figured out what the problem was (it involved recapturing all my images off the microscope directly - believe me, I tried just renaming and resaving them) and then I started to analyze them on my computer, went home for the night (at 11) and came back the next day to find that my power cord had basically melted and all the fun stuff on my laptop is totally locked in there all inaccessable until I get the replacement that I rush-ordered for $100. So I'm back stuck with NIH image on the damn G4, analyzing and analyzing and not getting any nice patterns to make into pretty bar graphs and put on my SFN poster. That I have to make Monday and still don't know what it will look like, whether there will be any actual conculsions I can draw. And I have to leave for that stereology workshop Tuesday and I haven't read the books for it at all. And my grandfather has taken another turn for the worse, so I might be dashing off to the hell of Long Island at some point during SFN or the workshop.

Um, why did I think grad school was a good idea again? Anyone?

I'm so beyond stressed I'm oddly calm. And exhausted and cold and hungry, but that's all from the sleep deprivation.

I have a lot to say and Halloween pictures to show (assuming I can get my computer to work sometime soon) and comments to make about the Court and Tim and Scooter Libby but I can't formulate anything remotely coherent now.

Though one little thing: flirty myspace messages are sort of okay, provided they have proper grammar and are witty and you're neither from New Jersey nor into metal. You'll never see me naked because I have that little rule ("people I meet on the internet do not get to see me naked" - seems like a good rule). Suddenly going from that to describing sexual positions and me visiting you to try them out is quite surely not okay. I don't care if we went to highschool together, it gets me all sorts of weirded out. Especially if we went to highschool together, since that means I can't even hide in the rural nothingness of WNY where most people will never, ever go. Not funny anymore.

Who wants to trade lives with me? Please? You'll get to go to a stereology conference!


Blogger The Retropolitan said...

WOAH WOAH WOAH! Who from high school wrote you about trying sexual positions? That's creeptastic.

2:05 PM  
Blogger Tiff said...

To feel better about grad school, just imagine the hell that comes after: job-hunting for 9+ months with zero response, despite the fact that you're qualified/good fit/etc...imagine not being able to find a job that gives you any sort of benefits or not enough money to pay your rent...where do you crash when you can't afford yr apartment? parents? sibling's dorm room? friend in other state where you can't afford to get? how about knowing that you can't really afford to move, even if you get that elusive job...and coming up with a security deposit? funny joke, that...just remind yourself that your life could suck as much as mine right now...back to temping, living in milford...

3:37 PM  

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