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It sort of tried to snow last night while I was walking home from (what may not be much longer) my lab. It was sort of wimpy snow, so I got a little excited but not too much.
This morning as I was sleeping, a dream took form in my head. In it, my undergraduate and current labs both required me to be working at the same time, and I, in my undergrad lab, couldn't convince them to let me leave to go work in the new one. My old grad student freaked out when I tried to leave, and then suddenly the dream changed, and he was running up stairs in a very blue-toned sepia scene, carrying a brightly colored stuffed snowplow. Yes, you read that correctly, a stuffed snowplow. The dream carried on in some fashion or another for a bit longer, with the snowplow taking center stage in the plot. Slowly, slowly, my brain worked its way up from the depths of sleep, and I opened my eyes to see the clock staring 5:08 at me. I groaned. Then I realized the sound. Shoveling. Very very loud shoveling. The first thought after this to cross my tired mind was, "Shoveling means SNOW!" So I flung myself out of bed (who knew I was capable of self-flinging at 5 am?) and dashed to my tiny cell window and looked out on the street below.
Dude, that was some wimpy snow covering. Less than an inch. You can still see grass under it. Totally lame.
And some guy was shoveling the sidewalks. By dropping his shovel on the ground and pushing it several yards at a time, then turning around and coming back the other way.
I crawled back into bed and put my head under my pillows to squash the sound. No luck. I got up, got some water, went back to the bathroom, thinking he was nearly done and hopefully the awful sound would stop soon. After about fifteen minutes, it did. By that time it's a miracle I wasn't wide awake.
Anyway. I went angrily back to sleep and woke up again at 7:30 to finish reading the methods section of two protein purification papers. I'm beginning to regret my decision to take the semi-required course with the rest of my first-year sufferers. Methods--blech.
Anyway anyway, back to reading, and then to lab (not the undergraduate one, thank god). And then I have to tell my PI I've decided to switch labs, and hope that my six doses of Catholic guilt stay out of the room long enough for me to get through a quick explanation and apology without bursting into tears and begging for forgiveness for being such a terrible person as to desire a lab environment that doesn't crush my soul.
This morning as I was sleeping, a dream took form in my head. In it, my undergraduate and current labs both required me to be working at the same time, and I, in my undergrad lab, couldn't convince them to let me leave to go work in the new one. My old grad student freaked out when I tried to leave, and then suddenly the dream changed, and he was running up stairs in a very blue-toned sepia scene, carrying a brightly colored stuffed snowplow. Yes, you read that correctly, a stuffed snowplow. The dream carried on in some fashion or another for a bit longer, with the snowplow taking center stage in the plot. Slowly, slowly, my brain worked its way up from the depths of sleep, and I opened my eyes to see the clock staring 5:08 at me. I groaned. Then I realized the sound. Shoveling. Very very loud shoveling. The first thought after this to cross my tired mind was, "Shoveling means SNOW!" So I flung myself out of bed (who knew I was capable of self-flinging at 5 am?) and dashed to my tiny cell window and looked out on the street below.
Dude, that was some wimpy snow covering. Less than an inch. You can still see grass under it. Totally lame.
And some guy was shoveling the sidewalks. By dropping his shovel on the ground and pushing it several yards at a time, then turning around and coming back the other way.
I crawled back into bed and put my head under my pillows to squash the sound. No luck. I got up, got some water, went back to the bathroom, thinking he was nearly done and hopefully the awful sound would stop soon. After about fifteen minutes, it did. By that time it's a miracle I wasn't wide awake.
Anyway. I went angrily back to sleep and woke up again at 7:30 to finish reading the methods section of two protein purification papers. I'm beginning to regret my decision to take the semi-required course with the rest of my first-year sufferers. Methods--blech.
Anyway anyway, back to reading, and then to lab (not the undergraduate one, thank god). And then I have to tell my PI I've decided to switch labs, and hope that my six doses of Catholic guilt stay out of the room long enough for me to get through a quick explanation and apology without bursting into tears and begging for forgiveness for being such a terrible person as to desire a lab environment that doesn't crush my soul.
