I meant to mention before, that I try to make the most of the assortment of odd personalities I have in my midst. For instance, ViennaSausageLady? Always worrying, always fretting, always over-thinking everything? If by some strange chance she is not really early to work – say she is even, heaven forbid, 15 minutes LATE, she comes practically running in – in a very bad mood, I might add, and hopes desperately that she didn’t miss anything important. At these times I like to tell her that the head of the lab had been around looking for her, and we had to tell him that we didn’t know where she was. Her eyes get all big, and she curses, and then I chuckle and tell her that it was a little joke. Because I think that is good for her. She needs to loosen up, right?
Oh, and another fun thing? I throw out the word “drylabbing” and her name in the same sentence. Like this: “Hey VSL, what’s going on? Wait, are you drylabbing? VSL is drylabbing!” “Drylabbing” is a term I learned during an ethics training session during my first week at the lab. Robin and I started together, and because we were young and happy then, we thought it was a funny word. Basically, it means you are making up results without really performing any of the procedures – it can be a criminal offense. Say the word around VSL, and she panics. She shushes and/or curses, and looks around to see if anyone else is listening, and then she tries to use her serious tone to tell us that it’s not funny. But it is – you think so, too, right?
The thing is, as different and hard to understand as I find a lot of my coworkers, I’m pretty sure they think the same about me. It’s not uncommon for the Elvis-Lady to raise her eyebrows at me and declare, “You done lost your mind.”
Can you blame me?
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