"Did you put the AAA at 4 degrees?"
I don't look up from my plates, "Dunno."
"It has to be kept dry. Did you remember to put it in the lyophilizer?"
I'm trying to keep the sequence* straight in my head, dammit! "Dunno."
"Revealed**!!!! Would you look up for *one* second?? This is important. Where did you store it? You used it last!"
I throw my hands up in the air dramatically. "I am an artist! I extract DNA out of single cells. I identify gel shifts where other people can see nothing***! I take cells that are so sick that they're almost dead and keep them alive long enough to get the data we need from them. I come up with complicated experiments**** that will help save the world. How am I supposed to remember where the fuck I put the AAA!! I don't, ok?! I'm an artist for Chrissake!!"
"Right. So you forgot."
*Until you've added minute levels of colorless liquids at varying volumes to 50 microtubes you haven't encountered a need for concentration and focus. Sigh.
**OK, so he didn't call me that. But assumptions of anonymity and all that.
***This was when I was accused of seeing Madonna in my blots. Hah! Look who had the last laugh (me, btw, I had the last laugh)
****This is true. I do. So complicated in fact that D.L (my boss) almost always vetoes it on grounds of impracticality. People just don't appreciate my genius.
*****Ok I made that one up. But they should make some like that. Though I have no clue who'd buy them. But still.