Sometimes I think the universe is trying to determine just how far I can be pushed before I completely lose my mind. I can tell you right now, it’s not that far. In general, my fuse is pretty damn short. Patience is not a virtue I possess and I do not fear or avoid confrontation. However, I really do try to keep myself under control, especially at work. If you compare myself of today with myself of 10 years ago, you would find significant improvements in this arena, but if you compared me to myself of just one year ago, you would probably find little improvement.
Then there are weeks like this, where you might find it difficult to see any progress no matter which version of myself you compared me with. It feels like 10 million little things are going wrong. No, none of them are worth losing my mind over, but as they add up, I find myself dangerously close to the breaking point.
As an example, let me describe a 1-hour portion of my day yesterday:
- Our lab possesses multiple thermocyclers and right now, we are down to one. I think fixing one of them would be nice, you know, just in case that last one decides to die. Yesterday, the last thermocycler died. Fortunately, it was some sort of issue with a fuse and was repaired quickly, but considering I cannot do what I need to do without PCR, I was pretty damn irritated.
- I send DNA for sequencing. I get results using one primer, but no results using the other primer. I use the sequencing facility's primers. If it were my DNA, then neither primer should have yielded a result. Therefore, I think it is their primer and that they should re-run the samples for free. They are not under that impression.
- I open the -80 C and a mountain of tubes fall all over the floor. Someone decided that balancing an open box precariously near the front of the freezer was a dandy idea. I want to leave their stupid shit all over the floor, but I pick them up and shove them back into the freezer.
- After picking up all the tubes and replacing them in the freezer, I try an locate the strain I need, only to find that whoever got into the stocks previously completely rearranged all the boxes and since they are covered in frost, I have to remove them one by one, open them and pull out a vial to determine which box I am in. No, I don’t fix the order, because I am annoyed as shit.
This kind of irritating crap has happened every day this week. I am so ready for the weekend. I need to rest and reboot. I really hope next week is significantly better.