You Want It When??

Oh God, I'm letting my blog slide again. I really meant to write about my experiences as a poll worker, too. At this point, there are two things I can say definitively:

1. It's a really positive experience and I would recommend that everybody do it at least once.

2. There really is such a thing as 'old man smell'.

Upon my (really, really) hung over return on Wednesday, I found out that the boss needed a poster for an NIH meeting early next week. Our lab manager is out sick, I got tagged for the job. However, the campus copy shop (our department doesn't have a plotter) is closed tomorrow and requires 3 days turnaround on large-format jobs. Boss needs it next Tuesday night - that meant that I had to design a 3' by 4' poster AND write all the text IN ONE DAY.

And THEN the copy shop lost the file.(But they found it)

And THEN I had to fax them a work order. (But their real fax number was different that the one on their website)

And THEN the work order required an 'authorized signature' with no hint as to what kind of authorization. (Turns out it was our Financial Officer.)

...who had the week off.

So I told the office ladies that I was just going to Kinkos and paying for it myself.

An account number and signature appeared.

I need to call the copy shop and confirm that they received the fax, but to be honest, I'm scared to do it.

Did I mention that I only got 4 hours of sleep last night (Oakland Drinking Liberally) and, because of new 'Weekly Safely Goals' that I PUT INTO EFFECT, we're no longer allowed to drink coffee in the lab. Obviously, I am a moron. A moron who meets her safety goals, but nonetheless...