Hey you,
Yeah, you. The friend I haven't spoken to in ages. I want to let you know that it's my fault. With these rather ridiculous hours I've been working, I haven't been the best at keeping in touch. I apologize. I pray that I won't be working like this much longer.
Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE my team, but these extended evening sessions in the lab are getting old.
Here is an interesting observation I made to Emily, one of my coworkers, yesterday. It went something like this:
"It's funny how much time we spend working with the names of people we don't even know. And through our work we are inherently forced to hate them."
Either inclined or forced, you can only imagine how many times one of us has yelled, "I hate [complete stranger's name]!!!"
"If I ever saw [insert annoying stranger's name here] on the street, I'd smack a bitch." - Emily
A quick explanation: I go through a lot of other people's data at work. Depending on who the person is, my team is required to jump through certain "hoops." We're at the point where we hate jumping through hoops. We prefer walking. Walking in any direction we please. Preferably with a bottle of booze in our hand. If we get tired, we'd enjoy sleeping. But no. "Hoops" and "loop-dee-loops" we do, late into the wee morning hours.
But, I digress. I love my job and I still manage to go out and party...hard.
Good night, friend. I'll catch up with you soon.
