In my dreams lately, I live at work. With each dream that passes, more and more items from my home end up at my work place, mostly in my office. Last night, in addition to the majority of my bedroom furniture, I found one of my cats prowling the halls of the floor where my lab is located. I couldn't figure out how it got there. It's a very large cat and would not fit in any of my bags. When I woke up, it actually took me a second to figure out whether I was sleeping in my bed in my office or in my bed in my house.
It’s not that I am working insanely long hours, but I am so busy when I am at work that I can hardly find the time to eat. This level of busy typically translates into thinking about work when I am at home. Sure, the TV is on and I am looking in that general direction, but I am not really watching it. I am thinking about work. Constantly.
This week I am learning to use the Biacore system. I need to run about 16 proteins through that motherfucker and it already appears that much troubleshooting is on the horizon. Blah. Not surprising. At least I am not purifying proteins. I was just about ready to blow my head off as I purified the final 7 last week. Man did that suck.
Well, I am off to the trenches as my Biacore guru just made it in to work. I am hoping this entry marks the beginning of, at least, semi-regular blog posts. At a minimum, I want to get back to reading. It’s strange, but I feel like I am missing out on something.