Baby, You Make Me Explode. Pressure Overload! Hmmm.... Not much to say, but it's been awhile. I'm teaching organic this quarter, should be interesting. My last organic class was 11 years ago. But I'm a chemist, it should be allright. Speaking of which, I did something yesterday at work that definitely earns me the prize of the No-Talent Ass Clown Award. I only hope that the one coworker who knows about it forgets to nominate me. It's a wowzer. See, I work with chemicals that can't be in air, so we have what's called a glove box to keep them in. It's a big box with gloves attached so that you can put your arms in and work with the materials through the gloves. There is a port, or antechamber, for putting the chemicals into the box. I had a bottle I was putting in. The lid on the bottle was a rubber septum. The pressure inside the bottle was at atmospheric, but it was nitrogen, not air, of course. I put the bottle in the port, then turned on the vacuum to put all the air out of the port so it wouldn't get into the glove box. This means that the pressure in the port was about zero, while the pressure in the bottle was at atmosphere, so can you guess what happened? The rubber septum popped off, and liquid titanium ethoxide went everywhere. So, when I opened the port from the inside, all this liquid starts pouring everywhere, it's a big fucking mess. I realized how insanely stupid I was to do that (I knew better). You have to wrap the septum in copper wire to prevent it from popping off. All I could say while I was cleaning up this huge mess (all with big black gloves on, not fun), was fuck fuck fuck I'm so fucking stupid, I can't believe this fucking mess, shit, fuck fuck. I think I got all my cuss words out of the way for the year. I like my mac. My husband says he'll have to put a lock on it. I'm supposed to be cleaning that pesky bathroom, because I never got around to it last week. He took the youngest kids to the store, so here's my chance to vacuum without my boy attacking the vacuum cleaner, or mop without his trying to play in the soapy mop water. Get on it girl! Yes, I will, but first I have to finish my entry. So there! I also would like a cup of coffee. My husband is at Trader Joe's buying the almond biscotti for me, and you can bet your bottom dollar that I am going to wait for my coffee until those puppies come back home to me. We had a super short quickie right before he left. L had already gone outside, and as she's two we had to hustle. It was short but sweet. He was on a chair, and I was on his lap; that is, after he did some munching. Yum yum. I think it's so cool how sexyoldman's wife can have an orgasm from pulling up on the bar at the gym. I would love that. |