I had to work until 9pm today because the boss wanted to talk. When he wants to talk it's like I'm 6 years old again and I've come home with bad grades on my report card. Funny thing was that initially he was happy, because I showed him my Western and his latest little idea was proven somewhat right. Of course then he wanted to discuss all these related things, etc. He's one of these people who is ALWAYS either annoyed or angry or at best, dissatisfied with whatever he is observing. He's always got a dead-blank look on his face or occasionally an annoyed contort. And after he says something he just keeps staring at you with this look for literally 10 or 15 seconds. Everybody just squirms when they talk to him because of it; I think I age 6 months every time. But I kind of like being in the lab after everyone else leaves, just running gels and farting around. No windows in the lab so I don't have to keep track of time. I only pay attention to my stopwatch and the timers, not the wallclock.
Tomorrow I'm going to take my bike to the shop finally. We'll see how long it stays there (I guess 2 weeks).