Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a small laboratory full of blossoming chemistry students in the quaint city of Wollongong. Life was good for the students, until one day a dragon came along and started to terrorise them all.
I'm bored of this metaphor now, but the dragon is the lab tech, and I'm pretty sure that if she wanted to, she COULD breathe fire. She has a voice that resembles that of a speaking crow, the posture of Quasimodo, and walks like she has a conical flask stuck up her rear end. She stomps around the lab like she's trying to break the floor! It's like the world's longest pms.
Every week she shouts at us for "incorrect lab etiquette" when we are only doing what we've been told to do for the last two years of our degrees, and every week she withholds solvents and reagents meaning that we get out from labs late.
This week, my group was the first to finish the experiment, and when we got back from the UV-vis sampler ten minutes before the end of class, she decided that she couldn't just be happy that we finished early for once, and declared to us that because we had one thing on our bench that we would have to do everyone else's cleaning in next week's lab! There was no use trying to argue back at her. She didn't care that we had finished cleaning within a minute of getting back. She didn't care about the fact that we still got out of class early. She just had to be angry at something.
I think someone needs to take one for the team and show her a good time.
Shotgun not.
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