CANCER LAB!: The Children of The Raisin
I was wrapping up work on an abnormal case, and I decided to walk down the hall to where Gordon (a semi-supervisor/very experienced cytogeneticist) is working during construction. It's a bit down the hall in a larger room that houses some clerical women. When I opened the door, I looked to the far corner to see Gordon's desk was empty, but I decided to leave a note for him about the case. In order to do that, I would have to cross the room. In the middle of the room was a long folding table with 3 larger women and 2 smaller women seated at it. Each woman had a salad in front of her, yet in the middle of the group, resting in the center of the table, was an open package of Oreos.
WOMAN: *in a weak voice* "...after 14 years. I don't know how he can do it. And he tells me about this woman. She..." *some quivering in her voice*
ME: *walking past the table, heading to Gordon's desk*
WOMAN: *still shaking a bit and sniffling* "...and he knew my father well, for years. But this woman's father dies and it's some big deal. He's talkin' about how hard it was for her. Well what about ME?" *slight gasp*
WOMEN: *muttering agreement and patting the woman's hand, and eating Oreos*
ME: *at Gordon's desk*
*writing down the case number and the clonal abnormality I found*
WOMAN: "..her kids and what a great mother she is. She does..."
ME: *tearing off sticky note and placing it on Gordon's computer screen, my back to the View table behind me*
WOMAN: "...like I don't have kids. I have experience with raisin' children."
ME: *envisioning small children made of raisins, running around a park*
*an audible chuckle escaping my mouth*
*silence*
ME: *turning around*
WOMEN: *4 of them glaring at me, one holding her tissue up to her nose, frozen in the pose*
ME: *making a serious face, sucking in my lips*
*giving a slight but firm head nod*
*quickly leaving the room*
Thank God I'm gay. Because I totally suck around women.
WOMAN: *in a weak voice* "...after 14 years. I don't know how he can do it. And he tells me about this woman. She..." *some quivering in her voice*
ME: *walking past the table, heading to Gordon's desk*
WOMAN: *still shaking a bit and sniffling* "...and he knew my father well, for years. But this woman's father dies and it's some big deal. He's talkin' about how hard it was for her. Well what about ME?" *slight gasp*
WOMEN: *muttering agreement and patting the woman's hand, and eating Oreos*
ME: *at Gordon's desk*
*writing down the case number and the clonal abnormality I found*
WOMAN: "..her kids and what a great mother she is. She does..."
ME: *tearing off sticky note and placing it on Gordon's computer screen, my back to the View table behind me*
WOMAN: "...like I don't have kids. I have experience with raisin' children."
ME: *envisioning small children made of raisins, running around a park*
*an audible chuckle escaping my mouth*
*silence*
ME: *turning around*
WOMEN: *4 of them glaring at me, one holding her tissue up to her nose, frozen in the pose*
ME: *making a serious face, sucking in my lips*
*giving a slight but firm head nod*
*quickly leaving the room*
Thank God I'm gay. Because I totally suck around women.