actuallythat was possibly not as bad as the summer of 1999. Then I was doing my MSc, and for my dissertation, I had to spend the summer in a dark room stabbing my fingers, squeezing out drops of blood, centrifuging it and then running experiments with highly carcinogenic chromium hexachlorate on the blood, while my fingers scabbed over. For about 19 hours a day.
I couldn't quit, 'cos then I wouldn't get my masters and my year of absolute poverty would be utterly wasted. Not technically a job, since I didn't get paid, but just about the worst task I've ever performed.
(I couldn't quit, 'cos then I wouldn't get my masters and my year of absolute poverty would be utterly wasted. Not technically a job, since I didn't get paid, but just about the worst task I've ever performed.
atomboy,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 10:23,
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