now THAT's appropriate.

so, like, guess what my REAL age is?

22

I act like I'm 22.
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betcha can't guess...

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i wish i could just stay in bed and sleep my whole day away tomorrow. just lay there in bed with my copy of Queen of the Damned and drift in and out of sleep. i've been longing to do this all week. every day i spend at work, i feel, would be better spent in bed. and i finally figured out why this is happening.

i'm fucking bored at work!

i'm not allowed to do the interesting stuff much yet. so i have jobs like discarding old blood tubes, receiving new samples, making worklists. cleaning the centrifuge. labelling collection tubes. the only interesting, bio-related thing i've been allowed to do yet is pouring off the supernatant when we're purifying DNA from blood. and i'm not even allowed to do that alone yet! someone has to SUPERVISE me!! why?? i've extracted large quantities of RNA before, by myself, and RNA is much harder to get a decent result out of. by the time a month had passed at my old job, i had been given almost all the same rsponsibilities as people who'd worked there for six months. i feel really patronized, even though i know that this training schedule is standard. in fact, i'm kind of miserable. like i've been cut down to size. at Clinomics i had too much responsibility for my experience level, and now that i have the qualifications, i'm not allowed to use them. WTF??

people around me are extracting DNA from cheek samples, blood samples, prenatal specimens...i want a piece of the action, dammit. i didn't get into this field to do nothing but scan things and push paper. and what the hell? how am i supposed to be an equal if i can't even be trained at a decent speed?

i don't know how much longer i can tolerate this. the malaise is killing me.

on the other side of things, my housemate let me in on how to read tenor clef, which is going to allow me to successfully read a lot more cello pieces (including some of the Bach suites), should i decide to "study" seriously again.
and i made up a riff on the cello which could be a start of a goth-folk song, maybe. been awhile since i actually WROTE anything...

so what's my mood anyway? fricking tired, that's what.

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she's a beauty queen
hey my sweet BEANBAG in the street take it
down out to the LAUNDRY scene
don't know why she's in my HAND
can't figure WHAT it is

BUT

i lie lie lie-i-i-i-ie again