#I don’t bend over or kneel down… I am a bona-fide squatting fiend

[manyblinkinglights]

Good things abt the job I still have three more days at:

Leaning my shoulder against the warm TDS oven while recording its temperature every morning

When it rains, that patch of pavement out back of the A/N basins that bubbles, as if bubbles are another thing a surface can do alongside “sparkle with frost,” “spatter with raindrops,” etc

Huge plateglass window out onto our personal gooseridden pleasure knoll; the swaying of the willows; the sentinel hummingbirds in their season

Smell My Work

Glorious view of the mountain on clear days, and during mornings

BIRDS. So many birds. Gulls and hawks and ducks and little brown ones and minuscule oh so tiny ones (mosquitoes)

SPIDER SEASON!

Spider pit; the hole with the spiders in it. Webs so thick they about win out over the sampling stick.

Being so so so so so hydrated from drinking water on my breaks

My REGALIA, my mask and safety glasses and hard hat and bright yellow antisun sombrero drape attachment and lab coat

LAB COAT. lab coat privilege. who knows what I’m wearing today? who cares?

Knowing the day of the week and the number of the month (lol and the year).

POCKET PENS.

POCKET TIMER

just. so many mosquitoes.

Diva autoclave and its aria. That long sustained child’s clay whistle note.

Shoveling out as much ice as I wanted into my little sampling cooler… great big scoops of ice.