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Turning Points
Sep. 28th, 2007 10:46 amWell, after a night of waking up scratching frantically, I've found all the tick bites. There are only five WHERE BY FIVE OF COURSE I MEAN ELEVEN, it seems, which is pretty good considering how many arachnids I kicked off my epidermis yesterday. That's five points on my body that will be itching like crazy for the next month and a half...
Warmfuzzies: There was a birthday cake for me today at my office. <3 It was really good, too.
Meanwhile, I seem to have reached a turning point. For the last year I've been panicking that I was suddenly in my 30s. I wasn't ready to be 30, I felt I hadn't done enough with my life, and it was passing me by before I was ready for it to be gone. I feel good about turning 31, though. In a page from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alliath's book of wisdom, I've realized that a lot of things about my twenties sucked, and I'm glad to be done with them. 31 is going to be a good year for me. I like what I'm doing and, slowly, I am learning to like where I am as I make more friends and get more involved in Oxford life. In addition, getting up to Memphis more often makes me feel less cut off from it, which really helps my withdrawal.
I think that work's about to turn around, too, which will be a vast relief. I have worked here for almost two years now (holy crap, has it been that long?) and I've been watching the place slowly decompose. More and more things have been breaking in the office, never to get repaired, and in the last few months it's gotten exponentially worse as our landlords have begun renovating the building around us. I mean, seriously: I have to walk through a construction zone to get from my car to the front door. The offices on either side of us are gutted; you can see right through their empty middles to the apartments on the other side of the building. Today the construction crew started disassembling the roof. THEY ARE READY FOR US TO BE GONE... and the feeling is mutual.
Meanwhile, our microbiologist is scavenging desk lights from people because the overhead lights in the craptastic meth trailer that is our micro lab have been out for a week. There's a 2x4 propping the window AC unit in place, since the AC died two months ago in mid-summer. And water? Pfft. The pipes have all been busted since before I started working here, so when we need water in the lab, we use large jugs of it that have been hauled in and left on the counters with spigots on the bottom.
Can we say "underfunded"? Yeah, I knew we could. Anyway, the point is, it's been hard to get enthusiastic about my work when I've been watching the place not-so-slowly fall to bits around me.
So I'm really excited about the new building. We're moving in two weeks, and it will be a chance to throw out all the shit our old boss tucked away like a packrat (With a nod torabidlemur and troutqueen: "Here's the chlorine meter that doesn't work. OH, THANK GOD WE KEPT THAT.") and get reorganized so we actually KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING IS, and get a nice, clean start.
Also, pipes, lights, and climate control that actually work. And a BRAND NEW SHINY LAB. AWESOME SAUCE.
Warmfuzzies: There was a birthday cake for me today at my office. <3 It was really good, too.
Meanwhile, I seem to have reached a turning point. For the last year I've been panicking that I was suddenly in my 30s. I wasn't ready to be 30, I felt I hadn't done enough with my life, and it was passing me by before I was ready for it to be gone. I feel good about turning 31, though. In a page from
alliath's book of wisdom, I've realized that a lot of things about my twenties sucked, and I'm glad to be done with them. 31 is going to be a good year for me. I like what I'm doing and, slowly, I am learning to like where I am as I make more friends and get more involved in Oxford life. In addition, getting up to Memphis more often makes me feel less cut off from it, which really helps my withdrawal.I think that work's about to turn around, too, which will be a vast relief. I have worked here for almost two years now (holy crap, has it been that long?) and I've been watching the place slowly decompose. More and more things have been breaking in the office, never to get repaired, and in the last few months it's gotten exponentially worse as our landlords have begun renovating the building around us. I mean, seriously: I have to walk through a construction zone to get from my car to the front door. The offices on either side of us are gutted; you can see right through their empty middles to the apartments on the other side of the building. Today the construction crew started disassembling the roof. THEY ARE READY FOR US TO BE GONE... and the feeling is mutual.
Meanwhile, our microbiologist is scavenging desk lights from people because the overhead lights in the craptastic meth trailer that is our micro lab have been out for a week. There's a 2x4 propping the window AC unit in place, since the AC died two months ago in mid-summer. And water? Pfft. The pipes have all been busted since before I started working here, so when we need water in the lab, we use large jugs of it that have been hauled in and left on the counters with spigots on the bottom.
Can we say "underfunded"? Yeah, I knew we could. Anyway, the point is, it's been hard to get enthusiastic about my work when I've been watching the place not-so-slowly fall to bits around me.
So I'm really excited about the new building. We're moving in two weeks, and it will be a chance to throw out all the shit our old boss tucked away like a packrat (With a nod to
rabidlemur and troutqueen: "Here's the chlorine meter that doesn't work. OH, THANK GOD WE KEPT THAT.") and get reorganized so we actually KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING IS, and get a nice, clean start.Also, pipes, lights, and climate control that actually work. And a BRAND NEW SHINY LAB. AWESOME SAUCE.
