In your honour - Week Five

Monday
So…in the lab there are these stupid duties. It would seem it’s my turn to do one this week.

Waste disposal.

It involves taking waste to and putting it through a thing called an autoclave, which sterilizes it.

That’s all well and good until you realise I don’t know where the autoclave is and I don’t know how to use it. This is probably for the best given I’m also not allowed to use the autoclave.

Tuesday
Today I had to give a little talk in lab meeting.

It was horrific.

I hate public speaking, and I’ve been so nervous about it. I kept telling myself that they were all my friends and I shouldn’t worry about it, but it still sucked.

Everyone told me I did well.

In the afternoon I did an experiment. Yay. I genetically modified some bacteria. Cool, cool.

Wednesday
There was a morning tea at Bio21 today from which I got a bunch of free pens. Hooray for free pens.

I suspect I did some things to my bacteria from yesterday, but I’m writing this entry at the end of week 8 so I hardly remember.

Also today was the Post-grad AGM. Nothing all that exciting happened. People were voted in to new positions. I almost volunteered to be activities co-ordinator, but it’s supposed to be a phD student doing that. Oh well.

Thursday
I had some rather strange results from my genetically modified bacteria which was “You’re wrong.” It was telling me something I knew to be fact actually hadn’t occurred. Because it was blue. The bacteria aren’t supposed to be blue.

So I had to do a pain in the arse sequencing reaction to ensure that my fact I once believed was, in fact, true. Problem is, I don’t have a password to submit sequencing reactions. Bugger.

I went to see a surgeon today and said “What’s wrong with my foot?” He said “I don’t know, go see a dermatologist.” This was after waiting three weeks for the appointment followed by an hour and a half in his waiting room.

Friday
Another meeting with the Phils. Pub lunch. Work on the essay.

Use Henry to submit my sequences.

That’s about it.

Ever wonder what happens to your days?