in the long black eternity

I'm exhausted. Work is absolutely ridiculous right now. I am having trouble building up enough patience to deal with some people, which has pretty much always been true of myself, but is obvious to everyone right now. I have too much to do and everything is ending up in my "crisis box". Bad news.

So on Monday at work I was working on this top-secret method which required me to open glass ampules of standards. I was buzzing along, getting a lot of stuff done when suddenly, I snap open a glass ampule, and slice the shit out of my finger. It was almost cinematic. I knew what I did but it didn't hurt at all. All I could see was blood all over the place. I was running around the lab trying to do something to help my situation but kept looking down at my totally sliced finger in awe...the amount of blood coming out of this thing was unreal....and still painless. I ran over to the first aid kit and fumbled with it...discovered there was nothing that would help me in there...so I ran over to the sink and ran water on it...that didn't help. At that point, I realized I should probably get someone to help me out...this thing was still gushing. So as I get out of the lab and try to carefully shake my lab coat off, one of my co-workers was like "Hey Brooke, how's it.....OH SHIT" and I was like um yeah dude seriously I don't know what to do right now....So he took control of the situation, got me some paper towels and took me to the bosses' office. They put numerous band-aids on it and I went back into the lab to clean up the mess I made. After 10 minutes, it had bled through the two band-aids Alex put on it. AWESOME. I finished my experiment and drank all night. The wound seems to be healing fine now, but I probably should have had it checked out.

That was the start of probably the most fucked up week ever. Hopefully no one will have any sort of issues tomorrow because I'm pretty sure I am not going to want to deal with them.

And sunshine plays the puddles through the mornings evenings afternoons

I just got back from the gym. It felt good, but I'm sure tomorrow won't feel as awesome. It'll be worth it, though, to not totally die on the soccer field later.

Today was...interesting....for a Monday, at least. I try to make my Mondays 'planning' days, as there are usually few samples to test on Mondays. This was not the case for today, however. First things first, I walk into the lab to check on my LC (a very expensive instrument I use every day to test lots of things) since I ran some stuff over the weekend. Well guess what....IT'S NOT THERE. Yep, an entire, 5-piece giant LC is MISSING from our lab, along with one other LC. I was in shock. That is the ONLY instrument I have to run samples on. Everyone else in my group has a few instruments....and I was planning on using this thing today. Anyway, I got to the bottom of it and it seemed that someone just decided that my instrument would be the one the manufacturer would take back to their labs to do tests on, since some of our instruments were "acting up". Mind you, my instrument was working PERFECTLY. There was nothing wrong with it! And whomever decided this DIDN'T TELL ME. Seriously. Effed up.

So anyway, after that crisis, I remembered I had to write a quarterly report...but then got reminded I had to run some trial dissolution...which took ALL EFFING DAY and it shouldn't have. I missed the champagne party for the drug I'm working on that's doing AWESOME things (VX-770).

Enough work stuff. I can't stop listening to Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin's new album, Pershing. I can't wait to see them again.

One of my neighbors is playing some sort of samba-like music VERY loudly. I think I'm going to read some more Harry Potter.

Rock.

You should still believe in an endless world

I'm 24 now. I started my life here in Boston almost 2 years ago and am almost forgetting where I came from. It's like those four years I spent in the middle of Pennsylvania trying to figure out who I was meant nothing at all. After rediscovering my college Live Journal, I thought it might be a good idea to bring this whole blogging thing back. It seems like I convey my emotions better through a keyboard, anyway, rather than building up enough courage to speak them from my heart, and ultimately, my mouth.

So here it goes: the [mostly] uninteresting ramblings of my inner-self will be revealed within the margins of this tiny representation of my life, as you will soon know it.