Oh My Freaking God.
I hate that real-time PCR machine. I hate it with a passion that a Frenchman could not match.
I have just spent about 6 hours trying to coax that godforsaken hunk of junk into life. I did everything I could think of. I even resorted to alternately speaking to it in soothing tones and threatening it with a mechanical compacting. Nothing. They guy who services it came in just yesterday and replaced...well, pretty much everything in the goddamn instrument. We're talking the laser, motherboard, EVERYTHING.
AND IT'S STILL NOT WORKING AND I FIND THIS OUT AFTER I'VE SET UP THE REACTIONS AND WASTED ABOUT $100 ON REAGENTS, AND IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS AND THE CHANCES OF IT GETTING FIXED BEFORE MY ORATION ARE SLIM TO FREAKING NONE!.
FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll bet it's the damn computer it's hooked up to. Oh, I'm sorry, did I say "computer"? I meant "abacus."
Screw it. I give up. If I can't get it to work tomorrow it's gonna get a damn good thrashing. I don't care if it's worth (or was worth) half a million freaking dollars, it's worth sweet bugger all if it doesn't work and I feel the need to destroy something inanimate.
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Oh, and Christmas? Yeah, you, Christmas. It's been a year, hasn't it? Wow. Time flies when everything's shithouse, doesn't it? Here's a suggestion...WHY DON'T YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE???
Bah humbug and may all mankind fester in the do-do of our own making.
I have just spent about 6 hours trying to coax that godforsaken hunk of junk into life. I did everything I could think of. I even resorted to alternately speaking to it in soothing tones and threatening it with a mechanical compacting. Nothing. They guy who services it came in just yesterday and replaced...well, pretty much everything in the goddamn instrument. We're talking the laser, motherboard, EVERYTHING.
AND IT'S STILL NOT WORKING AND I FIND THIS OUT AFTER I'VE SET UP THE REACTIONS AND WASTED ABOUT $100 ON REAGENTS, AND IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS AND THE CHANCES OF IT GETTING FIXED BEFORE MY ORATION ARE SLIM TO FREAKING NONE!.
FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll bet it's the damn computer it's hooked up to. Oh, I'm sorry, did I say "computer"? I meant "abacus."
Screw it. I give up. If I can't get it to work tomorrow it's gonna get a damn good thrashing. I don't care if it's worth (or was worth) half a million freaking dollars, it's worth sweet bugger all if it doesn't work and I feel the need to destroy something inanimate.
...
Oh, and Christmas? Yeah, you, Christmas. It's been a year, hasn't it? Wow. Time flies when everything's shithouse, doesn't it? Here's a suggestion...WHY DON'T YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE???
Bah humbug and may all mankind fester in the do-do of our own making.