Twenty Questions (courtesy of Mark)”
You are an SEDF–Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.
Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well–even those you have known a long time–because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.
You are not to be messed with. You may explode.
I just thought this was cute. I don’t know about that “hard nut to crack” thing. I think I’m pretty simple to figure out, on most fronts. I also don’t know about that “expert control” of my facade. Yeah, I’ve got a facade, but it’s no more or less ironclad than anyone else’s, I think. I’m going to leave off a comment on those last two sentences.
In other news (because I don’t feel like making another post), I’m already tired. Socially, I am strained. Circumstances are conniving to make me socially active all day, keeping up chatter and conversation seemingly constantly. By the time I get to be by myself at the end of the day, it’s late and I’m ready to go to bed because I’m just so tired of being incessantly cheerful and interested in all the people in lab. I just want to work, quietly and efficiently to best get the job done. We’ve been doing pretty mindless work around the lab so far (cleaning glassware), and rather than me getting to think my own thoughts while I’m rinsing glassware nine times each with Milli-Q water, there’s constant jibber-jabber I’m being included in simply because I’m present.
But when we get done in lab and go home (after we workout, after I cook lunch for the next day(s), after things quieten down in the house) is when my real work (coding this app) starts. Last night, this was 23:30. Things just are not getting done. I hate to be grumpy and bitchy (which I know I’m being, already), but it is unbelievably frustrating to not being able to concentrate or do any real work because of constant interruptions. Every time I get my headphones on, or get in a significant bit of code, or get part of the way through testing a module, there’s a social interruption that kills my train of thought and causes whatever epiphany I was working through to fizzle out. I am drained of patience and pleasantness.
So it’s Wednesday of Week 1 (of 7), and I’m already a grump and looking to escape socially. Our professor hasn’t returned from Alaska yet (she was supposed to be back this morning), and Jenn and I have run out of things to do. I’m hoping nothing untoward happened during Dr. M’s trip home, and that the jet lag simply did her in for the day, but she’s been incommunicado all day (as has Mr. Dr. M).
Don’t know what we’re going to do if this nothingness continues into tomorrow. I’m already going to be paid two weeks late because Dr. M didn’t sign off on my timesheet for this week, which hurts the ol’ bank account pretty damn bad, since rent was due when I arrived, and I hadn’t gotten a paycheck from my school-year job for a few weeks. I’m going to be bumming money off Nikolai if I so much as stub my toe and need a band-aid.