...under a gibbous moon
I got an email from Steve containing the phrase
Every Wednesday, someone sacrifices a mother rat..."and to me it would have made perfect sense even out of context, even if I hadn't been asking after the rat, because I now think in terms of scheduling experiments, harvesting fresh cells.
...and then I realized that to someone else, we would sound like frigging Satanists =D
Also, I was going to reply to Steve's email and forward the relevant chunks to my advisor, but somehow I replied to the boyfriend and added el jefe's email by mistake. Which wouldn't have been terrible except that I signed off with "Thanks sweetie!"
So if you don't see any more updates to this blog, it's because I've ended my shame.
Terminally.
posted by xenobiologista @ 00:06
1 Comments:
Over the years, I've learned to never send emails after midnight, never write a line of code after midnight, and only online game after midnight if I really want my friends to get a few easy kills. I can't say I've ever called my boss "sweetie," though.
With me, it was usually those "Jerry McGuire" moments where I sent some cathartic email that I was so proud of writing at the time, only to ask "what was I thinking?" and regret it in the morning. Emailing your boss or co-workers after midnight is rarely a good idea. :)
Writing code or repairing computers after midnight is right up there with email. I usually awake to find a mess in the morning.
I'm still trying to figure how my mogwai became this scaly green guy too... but that's another story.
I'm sure el jefe appreciated it. :)
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