I HATE COMPUTERS

So, I am almost up to three pages (single spaced, of course), on my long essay for my history of medicine final. This puts me at....14 pages single so far? I can tell that by the time I'm done with this, it's going to easily be 20 pages long.

Why I hate computers is that first, I wrote this nice long paragraph on Samuel Thompson and his metaphor of the digestive system as a stove, and then I went to change a song on my laptop. The music control button is right next to ALT and then the button to change the song is right above F4. We see where this is going. So I go to change the song and then I sneeze and shut off my word document. Basically, that sucked. I lost about half a page that I'm going to re-write before going to bed....maybe?

The other reason I hate computers: DISTRACTIONS! I mean, on the one hand, you have the internet, which is the spawn of Satan because it is a constant distraction among youtube, blogs, news sources, and whatever I want. My laptop fortunately has no internet access, I mean, I totally obliterated any chance of hooking it up to the internet short of stuffing the jack with clay. Unfortunately, it has games on it, like your solitare variety (must delete those...), and then I have a couple of medieval war and star trek games that I need to deinstall on there. Basically, I need to turn it into my document writer and that's it.

On top of all of these issues, I still have all of my job issues. I figured out that between the whole not getting paid to teach and the not getting paid the level I'm supposed to be paid, I was gyped out of about $2850 this semester, and I don't have the balls to bitch. In my panicked post earlier, my boss wrote to me about getting paid...it was this weird mess of things that just make me angry to think about. Anyways, someone else had to tell her that I'm not being paid, and when she brought it up in the email, I totally ignored that part.

I got this cryptic part where they wanted me to set up an appointment to turn everything in, but it turned out to be a miscommunication somewhere (I'm telling you, it's not from me....) and now I've got til Jan 21 to finish as much of my work as I can. After I get back from Ireland, they're promising me 10 hours a week...while the members of the evil empire still get 40. If I can get a job lined up for the day I get back from Ireland, then I'll tell them that I'll stay till Jan 21 and then I'm gone. That's essentially more than fair, right? After getting screwed out of that much money, my heart really is not into making that lab a better place. If they want me to organize things or to do non-science work, I'm ok with that, but science fucked me like a sick monkey, and I really don't want to do anything that might make the lab look better.

So tomorrow, I'm going to go to the lab, thaw my three cell lines, and set up as much crap as I can to be done with the lab by then. For example, I'm going to label all of my flow tubes for the next couple of weeks, make loads of media, etc. That'll probably be all I do tomorrow because of this goddamn final, but then come Tuesday-Thursday, I'll be pounding the cells as much as I can, proliferating them, and experimenting on them from Sunday to Thursday. Then, between Dec 26 and Jan 21, it's massive analysis time, rampant lab-notebook catch-up time, and then turn everything in time. Again, my hope is that come Feb 13, I have a job lined up that will pay me more than $90 a week.

So my guess right now is that I'm screwed.

On really cool news, I jsut found sheet music to Nightwish for piano, which is totally exciting. Even though it looks hard, I'm going to have to try it out...