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... and then stupid work ups the ante...

My supervisor who was away yesterday phoned me up today at 3pm. Interesting, because when passing through a go-between on the phone, he was told about the chemostat, he passed little comment. Thusly, I was home, being ill, rugged up in a blanket and drinking tea.

Anyway, flash to 3pm. Supervisor most irritated. "When did you first notice the problems with the chemostat? Why didn't you call me straight away? Why aren't you here, fixing the problem right now? Don't you know that this puts the entirity of your experiments in doubt?"

So I came in, rushed, worked hard. Feverish, croaking, sniffing, coughing, feeling truly awful. Didn't finish up until 7pm.

I'm now sick, irritated, and very frustrated. And exhausted. I have to go into work tomorrow, too. Fuck.

I'm feeling too wretched to be bothered with all of this.


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Mar. 16th, 2004 12:36 am (UTC)
Work is horrible. Being sick is horrible.

I'd come in to your work to cheer you up, if A. I knew where it was
B. I wasn't busy being a whore for that big ugly place in Southbank.

(Yes, I am a whore. I work for a Casino... ipso facto, whore.)
Mar. 16th, 2004 01:42 am (UTC)
*hugs* and sympathy

I'm working OT at present becuase my immediate boss is going on a seven week holiday at the end of next week, and there are a pile of projects he wants to finish before he goes.

i.e. because he's going on holiday's, I have to work harder...

get well soon
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