|   | 
		
		 | 
		
			So here I sit, awaiting that darn centrifuge's pleasure. I really ought to be in a good mood as we've finally gotten back into production after six months of head/wall interfacing. 
 
But, naturally, being a lab supervisor means having to go that extra mile, juggle a billion different problems all at once, and every now and then stay horribly late. 
 
(I normally get out of here at 16.30, it's horribly late if I say it is. Okay?) 
 
I've got another hour and a half at least to look forward to. 
 
Think of the overtime. Think of the overtime. 
 
No I won't. What I will think about instead is getting home in time to switch my brain off and watch The Sarah Conner Chronicles. 
 
Ah Terminators, they ease my pain.			 |   
		 | 
				
				
 |