Today has been terrifying. After two weeks at work, I'm learning that Friday is the day where people who have no work to do don't bother coming in, and people that do come in late. So there I was, on campus at 7:15 after a nice, refreshing cycle in the cool morning air. I scanned my card to get in the front door (as normal) and walked up the stairs to our floor... to find the whole place completely deserted and in total darkness.
It may well be that no one else shares my insane opinions, but being in school after hours always used to freak me out and this dread has continued into my university years and followed me to Australia. I don't know what it is, maybe I've seen too many gory films that start this way, but there is something deeply unnerving about a long, silent corridor. Add to this the fact that all the rooms leading off of said corridor are filled with (a) plenty of good hiding places and (b) numerous instruments that could potentially be used as murder weapons, and I was not a happy bunny this morning.
It shames me to admit that I moved from my desk to the one at the end of the row so I could sit with my back to the wall with full view of the whole room until someone else arrived. This someone happened to be Carole, a sweet Derbyshire lady who reminds me of my great aunt Helen. To add to my shame, I realised that I was so happy to see her because, should a killer be lurking in the lab somewhere, I was pretty confident that I could outrun her.
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| Someone help me! |
A relatively normal day ensued. Well, I say normal; it was sort of exceptional in that I was let loose in the lab without someone watching me like a hawk for the first time. I only did a bit of antibody staining because Carole had to leave early and Lindy is away on a conference, which isn't taxing by any means, but it was so nice to just get on with it in peace and quiet. There was also the exciting news at lunch that Monday will be our first morning tea. From what I've heard from the guys, morning tea is basically a chance to eat loads of biscuits and slack off in the name of a special occasion, the occasion in this case being our arrival. Eating is pretty much my favourite activity, so that should be fun!
Just when I thought I was safe, I arrived home after a leisurely bike and walked out of the lift to find the apartment door ajar. Uh ohhhh. John mentioned ages ago that it sometimes pops off the latch if you don't slam it, and it must have happened when Vickie went to work this morning. With no one home, I went tiptoeing around the apartment checking for intruders, but the complex is so secure that the only people that could have got in are the other owners. Still, it shook me up and I'm now huddled up on the sofa watching The Biggest Loser and wishing one of the others would come home soon.
Until next time (if I don't get murdered/kidnapped this afternoon) x
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