I Hate Shuffling (and Labwork)
Oooh look, I’m all stressed out and vaguely frustrated (in a sort of muffled, undirected, stubbed toe kind of fashion) this evening. Largely this is due to returning to lab until 11 o’ clockish because I feel horribly guilty about skiving off work to go home to England next week. That and my supervisor apparently wasn’t aware that it’s next week I’m leaving, and not next-next week. That, and she sounded annoyed that it was for such a long time. Or at least, that’s how I read the undertones of her eMail this morning. So much guilt… I should convert to Catholicism. Then I could buy the domain catholicconvert.com.
Oh, wait, that one’s already taken.
Anyway, I wasn’t just going to bitch and moan about work. I was also going to bitch and moan about listening to music on shuffle. I hate listening to music on shuffle. Both classical (which clearly is more ridiculous as it’s bloody painful to hear isolated movements. Usually.) and pop. I like to choose my own program. If I’m in a particularly flighty mood than I’ll search through forty seconds before the current track ends, but my musical near future is way to important to trust to a second-rate pseudo-random-number generator.
My sister is completely different. She always randoms up everything in her playlist. That’s probably why she’s in the arts and I’ve stuck myself in sciencey land. She’s the wild flighty type and I’m the type who complains about a button on their music system at 11:57pm instead of going to bed.
Hmmm. Perhaps I shouldn’t have gone back to lab quite so late, it appears to have a tad of a detrimental effect.
On a more positive note, these Schoenberg Orchestral Variations are sounding better and better. That doesn’t mean I believe in atonalism though…that’ll be yet another moaning session, comign soon. Aren’t ya excited?