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Wow, I never drilled so many holes in all my life! (heh, not that kinda hole drilling!) I went through two fully charged batteries and switched to a heavy duty corded one. The heavy duty one shook me all up. Really, my left hand is all twitchy right now. (Yeah, the GMA is going to prolly give me shit for complaining since he had the same gig a couple of weeks ago) And thank goodness for hearing protectors that fit snugly over your ears without the top part having to be firmly on your head. I was worried about mussing up my hair.
But getting back to twitchy hands, I prolly wouldn't fair too well in the paramedic or bomb disposal fields. Which were both potential job interests when I was a kid. I remember in organic chemisty class once, we had to dropper something into this test tube and my hand start just shaking like crazy. The TA was all, "I hope you never become a surgeon!" It seems there's only one field that requires steady hands and precision that I'm perfectly zen calm at, but in that one, my non 20/20 vision hold me back.
But that mention of lab makes me reminisce of college days (Oh my, that was three years ago!) and the hi-jinks in lab. (Remember though, lab fun, writing lab reports sucks!) I remember this one time when this cute fellow chem E wanted to drink the soda samples from the spectrometry lab and we were all, "Gross, don't do that!" I mean, doesn't she know how unclean the glassware is? But she just wouldn't listen. Finally, the TA threatened me and her other partner (her equally cute roommate, no less), that if she drank it, he would fail us. That seemed to stop her. Nice girl. Too bad she already had a boyfriend at the time I met her. Who I don't think liked me all that much. I think he thought I was trying to get with her or something. I know one time where it was really evident was when he and I both had presentations to give, and his gf was curious if anyone was still in the presentation room. So she bent down to look through this grate in the bottom of the door. So her ass is in the air, basically in my face, and hey, I'm a guy, my eyes are hardwired to automatically look. So her boyfriend flashes me this dirty look and I know he's thinking, "Stop staring at my girlfriend's ass". He didn't say that though, instead telling her "Stand up, what are you, some kind of trollop?" Well, he didn't say that last part, but that's what he meant. I wonder what presentation that was? The only thing I remembered about presentations was that I looked pretty good in a suit. (Man, I am so vain.)
But getting back to twitchy hands, I prolly wouldn't fair too well in the paramedic or bomb disposal fields. Which were both potential job interests when I was a kid. I remember in organic chemisty class once, we had to dropper something into this test tube and my hand start just shaking like crazy. The TA was all, "I hope you never become a surgeon!" It seems there's only one field that requires steady hands and precision that I'm perfectly zen calm at, but in that one, my non 20/20 vision hold me back.
But that mention of lab makes me reminisce of college days (Oh my, that was three years ago!) and the hi-jinks in lab. (Remember though, lab fun, writing lab reports sucks!) I remember this one time when this cute fellow chem E wanted to drink the soda samples from the spectrometry lab and we were all, "Gross, don't do that!" I mean, doesn't she know how unclean the glassware is? But she just wouldn't listen. Finally, the TA threatened me and her other partner (her equally cute roommate, no less), that if she drank it, he would fail us. That seemed to stop her. Nice girl. Too bad she already had a boyfriend at the time I met her. Who I don't think liked me all that much. I think he thought I was trying to get with her or something. I know one time where it was really evident was when he and I both had presentations to give, and his gf was curious if anyone was still in the presentation room. So she bent down to look through this grate in the bottom of the door. So her ass is in the air, basically in my face, and hey, I'm a guy, my eyes are hardwired to automatically look. So her boyfriend flashes me this dirty look and I know he's thinking, "Stop staring at my girlfriend's ass". He didn't say that though, instead telling her "Stand up, what are you, some kind of trollop?" Well, he didn't say that last part, but that's what he meant. I wonder what presentation that was? The only thing I remembered about presentations was that I looked pretty good in a suit. (Man, I am so vain.)