Grr. Argh.

May 18, 2011 17:55

Spent most of today waiting for argon. And why exactly were we waiting for argon? Because the man who delivers it DROVE DOWN FROM DUBLIN WITH AN EMPTY TANK.

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How?!!!! How do you even do that? I don't even.

I did however make lovely standards. Lovely precise standards. And some samples. I am on a ROLL with my analytical chemistry this week.

So, eventually the argon arrived. The man with the truck having driven all the way back up to Dublin and then back down, avoiding all the roads closed for the Queen [unhelpful your Maj, a little more consideration of my sample next time you visit would be appreciated, k?].

Argon. Huzzah! There was much cheerfulness. And then. And then. >.< There was an oh dear.

The blasted machine can't keep pressure. Can't keep a flame.

Enough.

I was going to go home (check). I was going to drink a glass of wine (check). I was going to watch some Firefly (Waking the Dead actually, Boyd's flailing rage echoes my own perfectly). I was going to drink another glass of wine, yea even the whole bottle (getting there). And then I was going to curse the ICP, even unto the fourteenth generation.

I went home.

work, grumbles, rage

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