Sunday nights are supposed to be slow. There were actually five lab techs scheduled to work tonight, but Smitty and RD were taking care of the 5day so they were not in the lab very much (except Smitty came in and totally saved us when were all buried in plating samples).
It ended up being pretty busy, just doing routine things around the lab. By the end of the night I was running around trying to get everything done and when I went to put my samples away I dropped one of the cartons, exploding it all over the floor of the hot room.
I was irritated because I had so many other things to do and I couldn't even find the stupid mop, I felt like I might actually cry. Frustrated tears springing to my eyes, I suddenly thought...there's no use crying over spilled milk - and I started to laugh.
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