I need to stop posting about my freak show of a high school. Let’s review:
Google karma was sure to catch up with me. So a big HELLO to Jeff the Jerk! Who I suppose is probably not a jerk anymore, despite what I wrote. Let’s all hope none of us are still frozen in our old high school mentality. Good god…I would be…*shudder*…yeah, let’s not go there. Anyway…SORRY I CALLED YOU A JERK! I’m sure Jesus made the right decision to appear in your shower.
Tell your mom I said “hi.” And…you know…uhhh…don’t tell my family about my blog.
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sweet science-fu
So there is this one experiment that has been the bane of my existance for a while now. Why bane? Because 2/3 of the data from my 2nd project HINGE on the results. If the results showed one thing, it would mean reconstructing many strains and redoing all the experiments. If they turned out the OTHER way, it means…DONE! The problem has been just getting the damned thing to work!!!
Many weeks spent trying to get it to work. With my adivsor breathing down my neck, which is NO MEAN FEAT, as she is in NC. “YOU NEED TO GET THIS DONE, ESC! WE CAN’T INTERPRET YOUR DATA WITHOUT IT! YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO DO THIS BEFORE YOU CAN GRADUATE! AND HAVE I MENTIONED THAT YOUR FUNDING WILL BE CUT OFF IN MAY???”
gah!
So yeah…anyway…results today:
IT WORKED (trust me)! and NOT ONLY did it work, IT’S THE RIGHT RESULT! I’M DONE BITCH!!!
My advisor’s response via email?
“great! now blah blah other stuff…”
great? GREAT??? IT’S FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC, BITCH!!! My advisor has trouble expressing emotion. Emotion other than disapproval, that is.
*sigh* and there was nobody around to take me out for a drink. Doesn’t matter - I left early, got my hair cut, bought some champagne*, some lipstick**, and I am HOME. Not going back until next week, and ONLY to help pack up the lab and send it off. Then nothing to do but WRITE MY ASS OFF!
after the beach, of course. ahhhh…can’t wait for the beach…
* realized that the girls and I will be getting our hair done around the time we should be eating lunch before the wedding. helpful salon ladies made suggestions. So it’s mimosas and nibbles*** to nosh on while we’re being pampered. It’s a rough life.
**I bought lipstick last week - the “stay on all day” kind - for the wedding. I really liked the color…until I got it home and tried it, and realized that the reason I liked the color so much was that it was the EXACT same color as my lips. so that was a waste of $8.
***hey Cinn, care to donate some caviar? 
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Come on, own up you got that result by copying a Miro painting really, didn’t you?
Without the context behind it, it looks like an abused rorschach test…
YEe HAW!!! That is awesome.
I totally understand the whole “breathing down your neck thing” … mostly, it’s myself breathing down my own neck. Yeaaaaaah.
Send good vibes my way… turning in draft two of my results tomorrow!
pbbbth! it’s REAL DATA, people. not art. though I am considering framing it…
Nicole - yeah, the pressure comes from me as well. I’m just glad I won’t have it hanging over my head during my wedding. and then after the wedding, before the honeymoon, I can concentrate on getting draft #4 off to my advisor, so I can enjoy my beach vacation without guilt!
First, WOOT GRATZ! on your test working. Yay! You rock!
Second, suuuure I’ll donate some caviar. Come closer… closer… close your eyes whilst I swing this salmon (((SMACK)))
ROFL.
Yaaaaaay Science! And it did what it was supposed to!!!!! Congrats on being done with research! And super good luck writing your dissertation!
Web karma. I wonder if there is a website to figure out what kind you have, like the one that tells you how evil your site is.
WHOOO FUCKING HOOO, BABEEEEEEEEEE!
I love it when a plan comes together.
You sure? I think I see the face of Jesus in it…
In the words of Dark Helmet (”Spaceballs”), “What the hell am I looking at??”
Seriously, congratulations on getting the needed results. I hate that phase of a project where the whole thing turns into trench warfare.
Hey, and have fun on your wedding day! Watch out for those mimosas though; those things can creep up on ya