So the DSC took a crap on me yesterday. All of the work I've done earlier this this week is pretty much gone. I mean it's kinda usable, but a 3 day time study really doesn't show much, especially since I had some funky data points in there anyway. Instead, they had me working on more FAMEs, several of them, all at various points in the procedure. It was more of the same today. I was actually concerned that I would be working with lots of silage today. James sent a message to me yesterday to wear jeans and tennis shoes today. Since we're actually allowed to wear them everyday and I just chose not to (because my jeans are all too big), I assumed he wanted me to wear them because I was going to be doing gross stuff. Turns out it was just because it was Friday and everyone wears jeans on Fridays.
In other news, I got a speeding ticket on the way home from work today. I realize it is my fault for doing 10 over (even though I didn't know I was going that fast...I didn't look to see, but I didn't feel like I was going that fast. Previous tickets I KNEW I was speeding), but I'm still all grumbly about it. They were standing (yes, standing) behind a bush with lasers and then waved me and another car into a parking lot. As I seriously didn't realize I was speeding, I was completely baffled as to why both of our cars were being waved off into a parking lot. When he told me I was speeding, it was all I could do to keep from saying "You're kidding, right?" The other officer, after releasing the other car, immediately pulled over a semi. The good news, because I had no idea why I was being pulled over, is that there wasn't enough time for the panic attack that would normally come with being pulled over. The other good news is, if I'm reading the back of the ticket correctly, I can just pay the ticket and not have it go on my record since I have not had another moving violation in the last 6 months, no traffic school required. It sucks that I got a ticket, but it could have been a lot worse. I called my dad to give him the heads up about something coming from the DMV for me and reasons for the insurance to possibly go up. Since I found out I may not have to worry about it going against my license, I kinda wish I hadn't told him, but he wasn't mad. Actually, he laughed at me until he realized I was all but crying.
Ok, time to shower, pack, and hit the road for St. Louis to go see Kat!
Sorry for the disjointed grammar, my brain is no longer completely functional.