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Humph. The key reason that the human race will never reach its maximum potential can be summarized in two words. These words are: committee and meeting. Is it any wonder, then, that grad students have to put up with both? Who here's surprised? Anyone? Bueller?
Mmm...fruit leather... Though the flat fruit is making me fantasize about going to an apple orchard, picking a bunch of apples, then spending the day prepping some for dehydrating and some for pies and crisps and apple butter and... *drool* Damn, the keyboard's never going to be the same again.
Which is a shame, really. I mean, I've been so careful to avoid spraying coffee or Diet Pepsi all over the monitor and keyboard up until now. I try to look away from the screen every time I take a drink just in case there's something really funny. To have my technique undone by pastry. *sigh*
Ooh! Granola bar. Yum. Take that Atkins Diet! *hoists granola bar high*gets weird looks from people in the hall*
Ya know, the people here really should be used to high entropy emanating from this office. True, we never quite reach the extremes of the lab down the hall (which is, incidentally, where the doppleganger for the most annoying person in my program works, but the guy down the hall is funny and cool so I don't hold it against him), but we have our moments.
*sings* Fame! I'm gonna live forever; I'm gonna learn how to fly!
Why are all the phones in our labs brown? I know they're older than dirt, but do they have to look that way, too? Maybe the original color in the plastic has decomposed, leaving only the brown.
Whee! My chair is both spin-y and roll-y! Are you jealous yet? Huh, huh, are you?
Oooh...there're dark chocolate-coated espresso beans on my desk. I could use those to augment my lunch of aforementioned granola bar and fruit leather. Or maybe I should try to limit the sugar/caffeine rush for a little while. Wait...did I just say that? *checks self, looking for pod-person characteristics*
10 minutes 'til meeting. I don't wanna go! You can't make me go! *glances around, looking for Boss* Well, maybe you can make me go. Mebbe. I finished the manuscript in, like, June, people! And we're not even going to be talking a whole lot about it today. I just wanna be published! Is that really so much to ask?
If I get published, I'll get famous. If I get famous, I can get a Real Job. If I get a Real Job, I'll....um....what comes next? I forget.
Chocolate Parfait Nips = one of the best candies EVER! Rawr! The mighty huntress returns and, lo!, she has been successful in her hunt for more sugar. Look upon my chocolate, ye mighty, and despair! Mwahahahaha!
*ricochets off wall, runs off to torment lab with hyperactive ferret-Gir-ness*
Mmm...fruit leather... Though the flat fruit is making me fantasize about going to an apple orchard, picking a bunch of apples, then spending the day prepping some for dehydrating and some for pies and crisps and apple butter and... *drool* Damn, the keyboard's never going to be the same again.
Which is a shame, really. I mean, I've been so careful to avoid spraying coffee or Diet Pepsi all over the monitor and keyboard up until now. I try to look away from the screen every time I take a drink just in case there's something really funny. To have my technique undone by pastry. *sigh*
Ooh! Granola bar. Yum. Take that Atkins Diet! *hoists granola bar high*gets weird looks from people in the hall*
Ya know, the people here really should be used to high entropy emanating from this office. True, we never quite reach the extremes of the lab down the hall (which is, incidentally, where the doppleganger for the most annoying person in my program works, but the guy down the hall is funny and cool so I don't hold it against him), but we have our moments.
*sings* Fame! I'm gonna live forever; I'm gonna learn how to fly!
Why are all the phones in our labs brown? I know they're older than dirt, but do they have to look that way, too? Maybe the original color in the plastic has decomposed, leaving only the brown.
Whee! My chair is both spin-y and roll-y! Are you jealous yet? Huh, huh, are you?
Oooh...there're dark chocolate-coated espresso beans on my desk. I could use those to augment my lunch of aforementioned granola bar and fruit leather. Or maybe I should try to limit the sugar/caffeine rush for a little while. Wait...did I just say that? *checks self, looking for pod-person characteristics*
10 minutes 'til meeting. I don't wanna go! You can't make me go! *glances around, looking for Boss* Well, maybe you can make me go. Mebbe. I finished the manuscript in, like, June, people! And we're not even going to be talking a whole lot about it today. I just wanna be published! Is that really so much to ask?
If I get published, I'll get famous. If I get famous, I can get a Real Job. If I get a Real Job, I'll....um....what comes next? I forget.
Chocolate Parfait Nips = one of the best candies EVER! Rawr! The mighty huntress returns and, lo!, she has been successful in her hunt for more sugar. Look upon my chocolate, ye mighty, and despair! Mwahahahaha!
*ricochets off wall, runs off to torment lab with hyperactive ferret-Gir-ness*
