Chapter 111: @FYP Halfway

Been a while since I started a whole semester of lab. Every morning, I could even recognise the smell of the corridors by heart. It was e-learning week lately, and my dream of empty canteen seats were shattered nevertheless.

Oh well, at least I learnt how comfortable it can be to have both breakfast and lunch, as well as slacking off and rest just sitting outside the lab corridors, with a nice breeze and view from above unless it rains. Since it's usually just me who would dare to do such a thing, it's only one person so no one else, even my technical support officer (TSO) and supervisor seem to mind. I still get occasional glances by people who don't appear there too often enough to recognise the quiet figure there. Sometimes Joseph from level 5, also my current gym trainer (Too stingy to hire an actual professional =P), arrives to autoclave a few items or do some work there would exchange a few words.

Came to be my favourite corner after a while. Since there's a crusade corner, I hereby call it the, er... , fungi guy corner. Apparently, I'm one of the two people working under the fungi specialist supervisor, who happens to spend most of his time in the same lab doing fungi work. Okay, maybe all the time, other than when I'm sitting at the usual corner.

I did come across a biohazard label sticker, and was almost tempted to take it back with me, which would be breaking a lab rule. It reminded me of how I used to collect random stickers when I was four to five years of age. I can't even comprehend what was going on within the head of mine when I still had that hobby.

I guess the latest embarassing moment would be when I was caught mentioning my TSO when wondering if I should arrive late like the others and slack off and figuring out what I would say to him if he ever asked me to go back to work, during a chat with Joe. Until he told me I could say whatever I want to him as he was behind me >_< . Good thing I changed my words to something I actually wanted to ask my TSO sometime, about certain technical details of campaign work.

At autoclave room:

Shaun: Maybe I should see if I can get away with coming at 10 am +, taking a 3 hour lunch break and doing nothing but slack the whole day, just like almost everyone else on the same level, just for once. If Travis asks me why and tries to order me to go back to work, I would just say- "

Joe: Er... you can say whatever you want to him. He's behind you.

Shaun: ( Turns around, shocked, slightly stuttering) Erm, Travis, - (Thinks of something good to say)

Joe: ... You wanted to tell him about how you wanted to come late?

Shaun: No lah, Joseph, such a joker... Don't talk rubbish... (Can't help but laugh and panic inside for a while)

Shaun: Oh, (Changes subject), Travis, I've been meaning to ask you about what I should do after putting the dissolved extracts in the weighed and labelled falcon tubes.

That said, I still came super early as usual the next day... -_- . No guts, have I. No glory either I guess.