Its that time in the semester when new young people come into the lab to learn about what we do and see if they would like to be our slaves for 5-7 years.
Issues with roton 1:
In the lab we have formed a tradition of playing practical jokes on one another. Me and my grumpier-than-me labmate worked out a pretty good one on this one girl. The target of our joke then introduced herself to roton 1. Roton one then says "oh yeah. I know. They messed with your blah blah" thus foiling our awesome plan. If she does it again I'm kicking her out of the fucking window.
Issues with roton 2:
She talks/gossips/chatters ALL THE TIME!!!! On the phone, with 14 of her other roton friends, to us... the list goes on. Sometimes its completely adorable since she's gushing about science, but most of the time its about how drunk she got at her recruitment weekend and how she almost missed her interviews. I'm currently trying very hard not to rip the phone out of her hand and fling it in to a wall.
Perhaps they will grow on me. But most likely not.
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