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Jan. 23rd, 2003 09:35 pmSnow as I left work - little, white, dry. "Oh," I thought, "looks like the CO2 is starting to freeze out."
Okay, it wasn't actually *that* cold. But my god.
Long, cranky day today. I don't think I can have sugar for breakfast - I had a boston creme donut and a chai, because I was hungry and cold, but then was *starving* for lunch, and didn't have enough cash for a roll with my soup, and then was starving in the afternoon. And tired. And I started getting a headache. And I got shaky. Somewhere around two-thirty maybe I found myself thinking I was so tired and hungry I just wanted to cry, at which point I correctly diagnosed low blood sugar... which didn't actually help since I couldn't just drop what I was doing to go feed myself, especially since I would have had to go out and get cash. And of course everything was taking even longer than normal, because I had to find and set everything up, and doing nothing but the gels they always take forever to get going, and the boss had asked me to set up mutagenesis first thing so it had been later than I had wanted by the time I got started... I did finally tell him I was going to have to push some things to tomorrow, and ask for some spare change so I could get something from the vending machine, and did not actually collapse into a sobbing heap. But ugh, I was there until about 6:20 to get everything set up and running, and I was so tired, and still hungry, and my back doesn't even have the efficiency of being one big ache but is a bunch of smaller individualized aches, and waaaaah. If I'm ever a high-powered executive I so totally want a personal assistant whose job it is to give me shoulder rubs and fetch me protein-rich snacks.
Er, the point here was that I think so much sugar in the morning threw my sugar balance for the rest of the day.
As long as I'm griping, other things that bug me:
-PCR tubes. Tiny and can be knocked over without actually touching by built-up static on one's latex gloves. Am not sure if nitrile would do any better. Hate the little bastards.
-conversations across language barriers. I was trying to figure out from the nice lady who washes our glassware where she was putting the clean glassware; she was, I think, trying to figure out where she *should* put the clean glassware. Uncertain communication plus hierarchical weirdness. Bleh.
-other techs who talk about how nice Tufts is with the 35-hour work week. Okay, in fairness I have made the 5:30 train several times recently, but I think that was the move cutting back our experimental work.
Okay, it wasn't actually *that* cold. But my god.
Long, cranky day today. I don't think I can have sugar for breakfast - I had a boston creme donut and a chai, because I was hungry and cold, but then was *starving* for lunch, and didn't have enough cash for a roll with my soup, and then was starving in the afternoon. And tired. And I started getting a headache. And I got shaky. Somewhere around two-thirty maybe I found myself thinking I was so tired and hungry I just wanted to cry, at which point I correctly diagnosed low blood sugar... which didn't actually help since I couldn't just drop what I was doing to go feed myself, especially since I would have had to go out and get cash. And of course everything was taking even longer than normal, because I had to find and set everything up, and doing nothing but the gels they always take forever to get going, and the boss had asked me to set up mutagenesis first thing so it had been later than I had wanted by the time I got started... I did finally tell him I was going to have to push some things to tomorrow, and ask for some spare change so I could get something from the vending machine, and did not actually collapse into a sobbing heap. But ugh, I was there until about 6:20 to get everything set up and running, and I was so tired, and still hungry, and my back doesn't even have the efficiency of being one big ache but is a bunch of smaller individualized aches, and waaaaah. If I'm ever a high-powered executive I so totally want a personal assistant whose job it is to give me shoulder rubs and fetch me protein-rich snacks.
Er, the point here was that I think so much sugar in the morning threw my sugar balance for the rest of the day.
As long as I'm griping, other things that bug me:
-PCR tubes. Tiny and can be knocked over without actually touching by built-up static on one's latex gloves. Am not sure if nitrile would do any better. Hate the little bastards.
-conversations across language barriers. I was trying to figure out from the nice lady who washes our glassware where she was putting the clean glassware; she was, I think, trying to figure out where she *should* put the clean glassware. Uncertain communication plus hierarchical weirdness. Bleh.
-other techs who talk about how nice Tufts is with the 35-hour work week. Okay, in fairness I have made the 5:30 train several times recently, but I think that was the move cutting back our experimental work.
