More fun stuff at work
Another day’s work this Monday, mostly setting samples in resin and labelling sample sites. I was slightly startled to see that the workshop had been cleaned up over the weekend. Normally, this room is a chaos of paint-tins, colour samples on bits of cardboard, buckets and manky paint brushes, rather like my bedroom, but with rather fewer piles of clothes on the floor and rather more unmarked containers of imflammable and/or toxic chemicals. Now it’s so tidy you can see the floor. But this means that I can’t find anything. To process the little paint samples, I have to place sections of each sample on a thin slice of resin, labelled with the sample number, and pour more resin on top to seal it all in. Yesterday, I’d got the samples placed before I realised that the only resin in the cupboard it normally lives in was the wrong sort. Since we’d had some new resin delivered last week, I immediately assumed we’d been sent the wrong stuff, and hared off to the suppliers (on the other side of London) to get it changed. Arriving at the shop, I found out that the resin I’d found in the cupboard was four years out of date, and that they had sent us the right stuff. As I left the shop, my boss called to tell me that the original delivery was sitting in a box on her desk. Here followed an interval where anyone on Warren Street would have seen a little fat woman kicking herself all the way to the bus stop.
Apart from that, the day went fairly well…
Apart from that, the day went fairly well…