Not For The Squeamish, Part 2

The Professor is trying to “normalize” his sleeping schedule. He tends to be a night owl, getting up in the early afternoon and going to bed as I’m rising for work. Mostly this doesn’t affect me, since I’d only see him in the evenings during the work week anyhow. Weekends, however, this has had a…

I work hard these days. This isn’t to say I was slouching on past jobs, but my current position drives home how random the assignment for pay for work is. I’m making more than I’ve ever made before, but I’m working harder than I ever have before. Yet I see co-workers in different locations doing…

No time for reflection and deep-but-meaningless entries today. I’ve unexpected company, and have to pull the Pretty Polly tour guide routine out and dust it off this afternoon. We’ve got an important visitor who’s never been in our type of facility before, and who is supposed to be auditing us. I’m supposed to give a…

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the weekend of sunshine, it was the weekend of rain; it was a night at the movies, it was a night of a speeding ticket. I remember the stupid quote, but not the punctuation. I want to write that out as…

of Salamanders often go astray. No, I didn’t make it to the gym last night. Not my fault. The Professor (who, it must be said, did a fair amount erranding yesterday, getting the apartment situation straightened out and picking up my freshly cleaned camera) informed me when I got home that he hadn’t gotten around…

was a disaster, though not for the reasons I had anticipated. It’s hard to accuse someone else of screwing up when you find that you yourself are a bigger screw-up. Turns out The Prof did go to the math lab yesterday. He showed up an hour late, but he went. He didn’t over-sleep; his late…