Something’s stuck. My brain’s stuck. I’ve been feeling this way for the past few days, at least. It is not any better today. I’ve been staring at the monitor for hundreds of minutes, until AS walked in.
AS: Why are you having that look, as if you wanna kill me?
Me: Coz I’m seeing a piece of sh*t... (if only he gets that double meaning)
JG: That’s right…I’m that piece of sh*t and she’s that piece of meat…(Don’t ask me to explain coz I don’t even know what was he talking!)
AS: In that case, I better run now since I’m only human and obviously I can't communicate with sh*t and meat.
Back to business…
AS: Do you think I should order a new reagent?
Me: What is it for?
AS: It’s for my protein work…
Me: Nah, the old one we have is good enough for that.
JG: …oh old reagents are good, the longer you preserve the better, just like wine…
Me: and WOMEN!
Both guys were laughing madly at my line. I had to stand up to defend my line and seeking support from the only female in the office.
“Did I say it wrong? I’m sure you agree with me EF, right?”
EF: Of course, you are RIGHT!
Me: Exactly, so guys, respect your grandmas!
Hundred seconds later, I found myself still not coughing out a single word for my manuscript. This time, I’ve been “flirting” with a guy, a 6-month old little guy. He’s sooo cute and he kept laughing and smiling at me. And because of this, I was teased by others, “You just don’t want to miss out any opportunity in flirting with guys huh?” Yeah, he’s just too cute and I can’t resist cute boys, I mean cute babies!
24 hours ago…
JG: The network is down. Can I use your computer for a second?
Me: Sure…
So I moved the chair backwards for him to use my computer while I'm still sitting on the rolling office chair changing my shoes and getting ready to go for lunch.
Then JG, who was half standing half lowering his body to type something on the keyboard heard me saying this, “Hey, I’m still sitting behind you, make sure you don’t fart!”
He instantly burst into laughter, “You’re just too funny!”
“Hey, I’m serious cause your back is just right in front of me!!”
Am I that funny? I’ve been getting “compliments” about me being funny. Geez, I’m just being honest and direct. And yes, I do mean what I said. Maybe I’m extremely funny when my brain’s stuck.
Right, if only I can apply some of these funny lines in my writing to impress the editor and grant myself “accepted for publication without peer review”. Ok, not to sound greedy, why my brain is always stuck when it comes to writing serious scientific stuff? How I wish it could be as easy as cranking out this random post!
♥ every page of my imagination
