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jebbypalSo I posted about the experiment snafu from friday.
My blondeness gets worse and seems to be snowballing.
There was the not noticing that my refrigerator didn't close all the way and spoiling all my food last night. Which was discovered this morning.
Then I left my cell phone at home when I went to work today. Normally, not a big deal. Normally. Right now though, I think it might be best if I just call for directions to find my front door the way this weekend is going.
So I finish my experiment up, right? And I'd borrowed the spiffy ultlra special repeating pipet from B, so I needed to return it to him (especially since he thinks he's not going to work tomorrow since he's working 12+ hrs today). So I called and made sure he was still at work. He said, "fine, but come on up to the 7th floor and I'll let you in" since my electronic key doesn't have access to the floors on the new building.
So I go to building Y. And wait patiently because I know he has timpoints and figure I must have come at a bad one. I go to the restroom. I walk around the very small hallway. I pull down expired seminar flyers from the bulletin board. I look into the windows that I can see to see if I see anyone. I study the fire escape map plan to see if I can determine where on the floor his lab is located to see if he can hear me knocking any (remember, no cell phone on me).
I'm a little tired of standing, so I pull a chair out in the middle of the hall so I know he can see me from either end of the building since I'm not sure which side his lab is on. I try to meditate, but the steam pipe overhead was very very very annoying. So I pace and wait some more.
My stomach starts hurting from hunger since all I'd had was oatmeal, an excedrin, and then a bowl of tomato soup. Heartburn city, yes. I start to get very very very annoyed. I go down to the sixth floor in case I misheard the floor number. Then I decide to go to the second in case he changed his mind and decided to meet me there like he did earlier. Nope, no one's there. I go down to the first where there's a phone, but figure out quickly that it's a campus only phone. Thing is, i can't remember the phone number of the lab that I worked in for three years and even if I could, I'm not positive it's still the same. I give up on that and decide to get a hershey bar and some water for my stomach.
I go back up to the 7th floor and quickly devour the chocolate bar. And the proceed to pace and bang on the doors to try to get some attention. I then try to force the doors open, but the magnetic locks stay firmly in place.
Frankly, I have no clue how much time has passed since I didn't wear a watch since I thought I had my cell phone when I left the apartment. So I decide, okay, I'll count and then in ten minutes I'll just take the stuff back to my lab and go home. And I proceed to count. and count. around 300, I'm fed up and quit.
I go to leave but as I'm in the elvator on the way down, I remember the building X where B used to be has one phone w/ an outside line in case doctors need to answer a page and don't have their cell phone. I go and call B.
Two rings....
Me: Are you still at work?
B: yes, and I've been waiting on you.
Me: no you haven't, I've been standing on the 7th floor of Building Z for long frelling time.
B: and I've never said I've been there. We moved to building Y.
Me: ooooooohhhh. Frell.
Here's the problem -- somehow during the past two months I've been convinced that his lab moved to building Z when they in fact moved to building Y. And I've said building Z to him multiple times in multiple conversations and not once do I recall him correcting me.
Really, if this blondeness doesn't go away and stop affecting my day to day activities, I'm just going to stop getting out of bed until it does. It'll be safer. Because at this point, I don't know if I'm bright enough to be allowed to use a hairdryer, let alone play with toxic chemicals.
My blondeness gets worse and seems to be snowballing.
There was the not noticing that my refrigerator didn't close all the way and spoiling all my food last night. Which was discovered this morning.
Then I left my cell phone at home when I went to work today. Normally, not a big deal. Normally. Right now though, I think it might be best if I just call for directions to find my front door the way this weekend is going.
So I finish my experiment up, right? And I'd borrowed the spiffy ultlra special repeating pipet from B, so I needed to return it to him (especially since he thinks he's not going to work tomorrow since he's working 12+ hrs today). So I called and made sure he was still at work. He said, "fine, but come on up to the 7th floor and I'll let you in" since my electronic key doesn't have access to the floors on the new building.
So I go to building Y. And wait patiently because I know he has timpoints and figure I must have come at a bad one. I go to the restroom. I walk around the very small hallway. I pull down expired seminar flyers from the bulletin board. I look into the windows that I can see to see if I see anyone. I study the fire escape map plan to see if I can determine where on the floor his lab is located to see if he can hear me knocking any (remember, no cell phone on me).
I'm a little tired of standing, so I pull a chair out in the middle of the hall so I know he can see me from either end of the building since I'm not sure which side his lab is on. I try to meditate, but the steam pipe overhead was very very very annoying. So I pace and wait some more.
My stomach starts hurting from hunger since all I'd had was oatmeal, an excedrin, and then a bowl of tomato soup. Heartburn city, yes. I start to get very very very annoyed. I go down to the sixth floor in case I misheard the floor number. Then I decide to go to the second in case he changed his mind and decided to meet me there like he did earlier. Nope, no one's there. I go down to the first where there's a phone, but figure out quickly that it's a campus only phone. Thing is, i can't remember the phone number of the lab that I worked in for three years and even if I could, I'm not positive it's still the same. I give up on that and decide to get a hershey bar and some water for my stomach.
I go back up to the 7th floor and quickly devour the chocolate bar. And the proceed to pace and bang on the doors to try to get some attention. I then try to force the doors open, but the magnetic locks stay firmly in place.
Frankly, I have no clue how much time has passed since I didn't wear a watch since I thought I had my cell phone when I left the apartment. So I decide, okay, I'll count and then in ten minutes I'll just take the stuff back to my lab and go home. And I proceed to count. and count. around 300, I'm fed up and quit.
I go to leave but as I'm in the elvator on the way down, I remember the building X where B used to be has one phone w/ an outside line in case doctors need to answer a page and don't have their cell phone. I go and call B.
Two rings....
Me: Are you still at work?
B: yes, and I've been waiting on you.
Me: no you haven't, I've been standing on the 7th floor of Building Z for long frelling time.
B: and I've never said I've been there. We moved to building Y.
Me: ooooooohhhh. Frell.
Here's the problem -- somehow during the past two months I've been convinced that his lab moved to building Z when they in fact moved to building Y. And I've said building Z to him multiple times in multiple conversations and not once do I recall him correcting me.
Really, if this blondeness doesn't go away and stop affecting my day to day activities, I'm just going to stop getting out of bed until it does. It'll be safer. Because at this point, I don't know if I'm bright enough to be allowed to use a hairdryer, let alone play with toxic chemicals.
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Date: 2007-03-05 12:31 am (UTC)thats a helluva day you had there sweetie.
*offers chocolate chip cookies. *