Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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A Busy and Productive Day In A Life of a Physical Chemist

We three, HP and HM and me, are trouble. We share an office and a goal to be paper whores1. We are productive in our unproductivity and plotting the demise of the unworthy.

It is spring break. Yes. But we chose to spend our vacation at work doing things that others could easily do at the comfort of their own homes (browsing the net for the news and the gossip).

8:00AM: I wake up.
9:00AM: I show up in my office.
9:01AM: I get busy with running a lab for my class.
10:30AM: HM shows up. He puts his jacket on the floor. He takes a nap. Meanwhile, I pretend to be doing some type of work.
11:30AM: HP arrives.
11:30AM-1:30PM: We tease each other. Talk shit about others. At this point, HM hides cookies I brought for him and HP, and laughs as I perform a detailed search.
1:30-2:30PM: I ake a short coffee break to bitch about others but with a different company.
2:30PM-4:30PM: I arrive and pretend I am doing some work, while HM and HP do the same. We contemplate on getting drunk.
4:30PM-5:00PM: After bitching how much work they have NOT done, HP and HM scold me for actually doing work and making them look bad. Then we are off to getting drunk.
5:03PM: We go home. All bars closed.

I love my office and the two people I share it with.


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1/ publishing shitloads of papers in SCIENTIFIC journals.

10:58 p.m. - March 10, 2009

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