| This is where I work.
This is an example of what I may or may not work with.
This is a typical conversation between me and my boss.
Me: I think I may have inadvertently dropped one of the trays with conditions #25-48.
Translation: Because of my extreme incompetence as a researcher, I have wasted thousands of dollars from our grant and several weeks of work that we can never get back. You may never make any progress on your work as long as I am "assisting" you. Plus I think I drank the last of the toxic protein buffer, because I thought it tasted like grape Kool Aid. I think you may need to take me to the hospital.
Boss: Don't do that.
Translation: Don't do that.
(Some details exaggerated for entertainment value)
Luckily, I have all the things I need: an overly forgiving boss, delicious pasta from Houston Hall for lunch everyday, a giant purple futon to sleep on at night (and sometimes during Sunday afternoon), and a God who loves me for who I am, even when I spill all the protein.
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