bonus whine!

The twelve days of Whinemas may be over, but don't worry, here at Always Listen to Your Pig-puppet, it's Whinemas every day!
I actually had a pretty good weekend, but I have to whine about why the last three days of whinemas were late. Wednesday morning I actually managed to arrive at the unheard of hour of 10am! About halfway through the day my advisor asked me to prepare a short summary of my results to present to a collaboration meeting on Friday. Unfortunately, Wednesday afternoon and Thursday I was actually *gasp* doing work so I didn't get time to analyse anything until Thursday afternoon. Of course, that was when my advisor and a postdoc needed the one computer with the nifty software on it to analyse his data so I had to wait a few hours. This meant that I started my analysis right when my advisor left for the day. At least he had already realised that I did not want to present so he just wanted me to email him some slides to show. Of course, then my data refused to fit into any useful pattern and I kept trying more and more elaborate analyses to try to pull out some small shred of a result to present until the early hours of the morning. (how many days of arriving at 11, do you think an email to my advisor at 3am is worth? :) )
I managed to scam a cab voucher home at 3am, at least, but then I wasted an hour of potential sleep obsessing over how crappy my data is and how much lab time and work I've wasted. Friday was the busiest day I've had in a long time and I had to be here by 9.30am. Hmm, that would have been about a million times whinier if I'd written it Friday morning...
Friday night, I have nothing to whine about, but the lab went out for dinner and I didn't get home until 1am. It was actually a very good night, except for my awkward coming out as a vegetarian at a portugese restaurant that has absolutely no dishes that don't include meat.
Housemate L. convinced me to go with him to a friend's party so he wouldn't be sitting alone all night, since the friend's friends are an unwelcoming bunch. The idea of asking a spectacularly socially inept person to help break into a new group of people is somewhat laughable, and it certainly didn't sound very appealing to me, but since I can't say no, I went. It wasn't so bad, though. We did find one nice person to talk to for the entire time and the food was good.
Sunday I went to another party with people I actually like, although I still felt awkward.
I meant to catch up on whinemas last night, but I'm blaming my failure to do so squarely on Steph for introducing me to griddlers - curse you, Steph! (and thanks, cause they're fun :) )