What I did today

6:45: Alarm goes off

6:55: Alarm goes off

7:05: Alarm goes off-Mr Bob gets out of bed and heads for shower. Bob stays happily in bed.

7:25: Bob heads to shower and then flattens hair with spiffy new hair flattener. Hair looks not totally pouffy, but not exactly like model on front of the hair flattener package.

7:58: Mr Bob demands Bob get ready to go. Bob says she is ready. Mr Bob points out that there is a distinct absence of pants on Bob. Bob refers to Mr Bob as a pant Nazi.

8:03: Bob is dressed and drinks her coffee while Mr Bob puts on ridiculous boots with too many laces.

8:10 Bob goes grocery shopping and picks up cream, sugar, cups and spoons.

8:25: Bob hops on subway with WAAAAAAAY too much stuff and tries to stuff her various bags under her as she reads the Metro about a dating site that only beautiful people can join.

9-10:50: Bob collects liquid nitrogen (evil woman is in lab. Bob and evil lady do not speak), answers emails to useless pHD student from other lab, sneaks a peek at blogs and web, fetches some exams from across campus and makes some ice cream. Bob buys herself a Dunkin donuts eggwhich and a coffee.

11-1: Bob teaches two classes. The students got their tests back, so Bob stands to one side and gets the kids to go to the board and explain the questions. This is called interactive learning (aka Bob being lazy). At the end of class we make liquid nitrogen ice cream and the kids are happy. Bob promises to bring more liquid nitrogen to another class.

1-1:40: Bob goes to the food trucks (Middle East, Subs, Mexican, Thai) with her labmate for lunch. Bob has General Gaus chicken and quizzes labmate about cool things about MIT, fails to convince labmate to blow off his afternoons work to ferry Bob's visitors around campus.

1:40-3: More liquid nitrogen, Bob teaches class for another TA who was away. Feeds kids ice cream, gets told she is "coolest TA ever" Bob will be sure to tell the real TA that. (Real TA is totally cool and the kids do love her)

3-4:30: Meets with friend (of Tuesday night fun) and labmates who are in town for conference and give tour of campus, try to remember random factoids from lunch, tell them about all the cars that end up on roofs.

4:30-5:00: Answer emails to silly PhD from other lab who makes mistakes my students wouldn't and to new PhD student my labmate sicced on me.

5:00-5:30: Meet with new PhD student (from other lab) and tell her all the equipment she needs to buy to run experiments.

5:30-6:00: Do some data work--up, get email from mainly absent undergrad student who actually worked up a tonne of data-yeah student!-feel I did some work today.

6:00-6:30: Meet with labmate, bitch about evil labmate, agree to look over some slides on Friday, discuss her interview, arrange for her to run samples for me next week.

6:30-7:00: Meet with PhD student again, she brought catalogues, decide on everything she should buy.

7-8: Write up this and fiddle with some data, while labmate puts together a cart and swears, occasionally stand on cart to help bend some metal.

8-8:30: Other labmate returns a little tipsy from poster session, admire fistful of business cards from venture capitalists, chat with labmate about measuring solution resistance, how other labmate should do more experiments (or any experiments) instead of perfecting everything.

8:30: Everyone leaves but Bob. Bob decides to actually do work.

8:37: Email from Mr Bob. He is heading home. hmmmmm

8:40: Post this.

edit to add

8:40-9ish cruise blogland, read HD's post, decide to go home to Mr Bob.

9-9:40 head home, train is late, but I brought a good article with me so I read that and get some good ideas.

9:40: Mr Bob is sitting at home, happy, with crumbs all over his face and an empty beer, offers to make me "best sandwich ever" (grilled chicken, grated romano cheese, tomato on toasted bread)

10-11: Fail to find anything to watch on TV, eat "best sandwich ever", drink cranberry juice in fizzy water, then cranberry juice/fizzy water/ last dregs of box wine.

11-sleep: Mr Bob and Bob play checkers. Well, maybe not checkers, but I do have a reputation to keep up, so let's call it checkers.