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Some fucker fucked up my fucking work. In other words, I found my cleaned, stained and mounted mouse jaws (all carefully numbered, but not yet analysed for bone loss due to a broken camera) has been knocked over and scattered about inside a cupboard in a very mysteriously deliberate fashion. Most of them are okay, some of them fell off their mounting (and thus I have lost track of what experimental group they are in), and I spent a good half hour sorting through the okay ones.

Then I got a draft back for the report I need to hand in - you know, the one I failed the first time and they had to extend my PhD probation for. Ouch. Bit problems with it, a lot to change, and it's due tomorrow.

Getting pretty damn fed up with the whole PhD thing now.

I need money to buy new shoes, for my GPs are finally wearing out after 3 or so years. Which is funny, because I need to spend all my money on food, bills, rent, and presents for Joshua and Kiri. So I will be either the shoeless, starving, cold/smelly, evicted or shunned-by-family PhD student. Stupid money. Stupid money running my life.



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Jun. 4th, 2003 12:45 am (UTC)
You know, this isn't the first of many things like this... is there someone you can talk to at work? Can we set up a webcam over your workstation or sommat?
Jun. 5th, 2003 08:08 pm (UTC)
That's horrible, Becka. Come over soon, I'll cook for you (if'n you don't mind meatless food - I promise I'll make it tasty!). Help me celebrate the fact that I'm on holidays!
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