I even got up early to try and get some stuff done, at least before the meeting. But that did NOT work. Because the first e-mail I read was one from the boss asking Jian and myself to REcalculate counts for the latest design, and with a new aperture. Immediately. Like Neilo's wagon, I saw my Tuesday hurtling off at break-neck speed, with me on my ass at the side of the road. Probably in some metaphorical cow-shit just to add insult to injury.
No... No, the cowshite was at the meeting where we were effectively told to up our publication rate by April.
Then back to work on which I cannot up any publication rates, because it isn't the kind of thing you can publish anyway. What a load of wank. Finished all that crap about an hour ago, but decided on browsing, reading New Scientist</geek>, etc.
On the plus side, new menu at the LPH means you don't have to order enough food for a platoon for lunch. And very nice, too. Happy belated birthday, Steve-o.
But not going to the gym. In protest at a cruel, unforgiving — and unusually cold — world.</overstatement and hyperbole>
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