Did God just take me to school?
9/13: Lunch meeting with the dean, where she asks, "When do I get to see your lab?" My internal thought, "well, not now--that's for damn sure. Seeing that the 25k in gear is still sitting all boxed up on my office floor." "How about after the Fall Institute?", I reply. "Fine then--Monday it is." Internal thought: "fark!"
9/13: The lab in which she is referring is mine. It cost the U about 25k, and a whole lot of bickering. Such a lab has never been successfully assembled, although my peers (that copy me because they lack their own research paradigm) have tried. So I look around and find the parts, that--in theory--should make this beast come to life. Much research was done to understand the inherent problems, as well as how to get around them.
9/14: So yesterday and today, I am unpacking, assembling, and making a patch-cable list. I still don't know if it works. It should--in theory. I'm beginning to get nervous. It's intimidating the crap out of me. Me, of all people.
9/15, 9:35 am CST: I get at the lab with some patch cables. I turn it on. It doesn't work. *wince*. My theoretical lab, costing 25k and a whole lot of bickering, does NOT work.
9/15, 9:37 am CST: Panic attack ensues.
9/15, 9:38 am CST: Prayer Submitted: Please God, help this work.
9/15, 10:00 am CST: Meet Courtney and Ella to scan in stuff. Can't enjoy my baby because I'm thinking where I can get another job to support my family.
9/15, 10:15 am CST: *Wonders if that job offer from the University of Alberta is still open* Goes back to the lab. Is directed to flip an obscure jumper-setting on one of the many gizmos. *turns it on* *Sees that it works*
9/15, 11:10 am CST: Checks Hobo. *Wonders what just went down*
9/13: Lunch meeting with the dean, where she asks, "When do I get to see your lab?" My internal thought, "well, not now--that's for damn sure. Seeing that the 25k in gear is still sitting all boxed up on my office floor." "How about after the Fall Institute?", I reply. "Fine then--Monday it is." Internal thought: "fark!"
9/13: The lab in which she is referring is mine. It cost the U about 25k, and a whole lot of bickering. Such a lab has never been successfully assembled, although my peers (that copy me because they lack their own research paradigm) have tried. So I look around and find the parts, that--in theory--should make this beast come to life. Much research was done to understand the inherent problems, as well as how to get around them.
9/14: So yesterday and today, I am unpacking, assembling, and making a patch-cable list. I still don't know if it works. It should--in theory. I'm beginning to get nervous. It's intimidating the crap out of me. Me, of all people.
9/15, 9:35 am CST: I get at the lab with some patch cables. I turn it on. It doesn't work. *wince*. My theoretical lab, costing 25k and a whole lot of bickering, does NOT work.
9/15, 9:37 am CST: Panic attack ensues.
9/15, 9:38 am CST: Prayer Submitted: Please God, help this work.
9/15, 10:00 am CST: Meet Courtney and Ella to scan in stuff. Can't enjoy my baby because I'm thinking where I can get another job to support my family.
9/15, 10:15 am CST: *Wonders if that job offer from the University of Alberta is still open* Goes back to the lab. Is directed to flip an obscure jumper-setting on one of the many gizmos. *turns it on* *Sees that it works*
9/15, 11:10 am CST: Checks Hobo. *Wonders what just went down*
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