metaphorically drowned
Stress...mountains and oceans of stress. All from two emails, both of which were from my boss. One of them told me that he sent the draft to Ma'am Saloma (the other boss as far as the process of my hiring and this project is concerned, newly instated Director of the NIMBB, wife to the Dean of the CS). The other one sent me back the draft with edits I had to reconcile with the new version I already had but hadn't sent, and sending an unspoken message that I better finish the damn paper soon. What in bloody hell have I gotten myself into again?
And then there is the discovery that the brilliant person who handled the project in the past made the epic mistake of measuring the concentration of the protein sample she did not use for downstream purposes and not the ones she actually used. Which now leaves me with data for the analysis of a protein sample whose concentration is unknown and will never be known because the experiment was done 4 years ago. Granted the person was an undergrad but it puts me in a slightly worse condition than before and adds to the stress mountain.
My mood has not been helped by the bothersome-ness of Gama. He does it all the time and was doing it yesterday as well, making noise saying he was "allergic to the quiet" and asking me questions and making conversation every few minutes. Seriously, me reading a journal on the laptop and typing every so often does not hint to being busy? Today he was doing it while I was doing the whole putting together of paper versions and I actually had to outright tell him (politely though shortly) not to talk to me for a bit because he was bothering me in the middle of reading and comparing particular sentences.
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Today was GSIS e-card application day. While I do not much resent that some people were late for our meet-up by up to half an hour (whilst I had to be half an hour early otherwise I would be late due to traffic) nor did I protest when they all decided to swing by the mall after, it not once occurred to me that we would take so long. These people appeared to have absolutely no regard for work hours or the actual work that other people had to do. It was a little upsetting.
Tomorrow is enrollment. I don't see that as being a happy brilliant day either seeing as the process of getting my reduced fees is even more excruciating than the actual process of enrollment.
That I appear to be on the down phase of the manic-depressive thing soooo does not help either.