Today, like many of the days on Long Island in June, it was raining. Being that tomorrow was a processing day (a.k.a twelve plus hours) and my most important job of the day was staying out of peoples' way, I decided to work from home.
Having slyly waited until after 9 to go for a run so my advisor (who lives unbelievably close by) would have already left for school and therefor have no chance of seeing me enjoying a relaxing day, I slipped on my running shoes and took to the road. After hearing six songs of bouncy music from my ipod I was just finishing my workout and starting my cool down when who else happens to drive by? My advisor! And he doesn't do the cool non-chalant glance. No, it was much more of a look, scratch head, glance a watch, turn head look, turn to look and make sure he wasn't going to hit anybody and turn again to make sure it was me (who I might add, was now a brighter shade of red and even more wet and pathetic looking than before). Good grief!
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The not so daily life of Margaret
2 comments:
Margaret--
Make a habit of sending and replying to emails at really odd hours. This will alleviate your problems.
I ran home and sent him an e-mail regarding the diferential expression of cerrtain genes depending on the way injuries are inflected upon the cuticle of lobsters. It seemed to do the trick.
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