It seems that the cup situation at work is not getting any better, in fact, it appears to be getting worse. Yesterday, after hours of running soil samples, break time finally came, and I went off in search of my cup and a comfy chair. When I found my cup, it contained the remains of pink lemonade. I know for a fact that the last thing I had in my cup was some awful-tasting grape gatorade that was for some reason a nice shade of blue, definately not pink. This leads me to believe that someone is still using my cup, which is very odd because everyone in the nematode lab has his own cup, and everyone knows which cup belongs to which person. Obviously someone is out to get me. You'd think the snuff and mold would be enough.
In other news, Yesterday was the first time I'd been swimming the entire summer. I busted my arse a bit and had a stupid good time, but that small taste of water made me want to go skiing even more. What's sad is that with all the college money I'm supposed to get back, I could buy a boat. Heck, I could buy 2 very nice boats, some tubes, ropes, life jackets, a ski, and still have enough money left to take the convoginators out to dinner, with dessert even. But alas, I'll never see that money. They'll let me buy a computer (yes, it'll be a Mac), but what of the rest of it? Where does all the money go? It's simply not fair...all my "intelligence," involvement, and good character have been wasted on tons of money that has seemingly disappeared into thin air...How about that Convoginators Six Flags trip?
seashell
