Exhibit A: For those unsure of who has been in the lab, know your enemy so you don't end up bed ridden like me.
While I get frustrated with my job, I deal with that frustration like any well mannered southern belle [if you classify the lady-like response as cussing like a sailor and shooting stuff]. The fact of the matter remains that I love what I do, and I'm desperately ready to return to lab... there is also the fact that the longer I am away, the greater the likelihood the lab will be in complete disarray when I return. This also stresses me out because I've been told I'm a little OCD when it comes to my job, which is what makes me beyond awesome at what I do, and hard to deal with when people f*ck with my stuff. For those who aren't aware, I define "my stuff" as the whole lab... sooo, yeah, see Exhibit B.
Exhibit B: My view of the precious, precious lab supplies & equipment ... ahh precious..