My lab life ate my life.
I usually depart for school around 7:45 each morning and I've already had the pleasure of leaving lab at a quarter to 7, which means that by the time I got home, almost a full 12 hours would have past. The oddest part of this (after eight-to-five shifts of the previous rotation) is that I don't mind. Much. (I do mind when I don't get to eat lunch until 4:30, because being hungry for that long makes me cranky.) There is always something to do. Further more, there is always something I find interesting to do. My current philosophy seems to be that, if the PIs expect us to work 60 hours a week, I might as well as spend 60 hours a week on something that I'm interesting.
I.e. week two is progressing nicely.
My parents are paying a visit this weekend. Dad just came back from China on Monday. I may have to go in lab on Monday though, but we'll see.
And yes, that journal does exist. We're having a discussion on it. Now.
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