The quest for silence fails

I came to work today, seeking quiet. I thought, perhaps I shall write a little for my long-neglected anthology of travel narratives. I am beginning to think actually submitting any of these for publication is a pipe dream, because I have started lots of stories, but no luck finishing them. Its no the same without a deadline.

Plus, after a week or so of slacking off at work, I found out my side tubes have finally gotten lab time priority. This is a good thing, because I will actually be able to test them with a flame (whoo, hoo, fire fire!) before the end of my internship. But now, I actually have to accomplish some work to prepare for these tests.

So, with that said, I actually have a lot to do. Then a certain talkative co-worker shows up. Isn't that always the irony? When I am bored, there is no company to be had, and when I am busy, I am surrounded by distractions.

Zap zap zap, goes the microwave

No one has microwaves here, which makes cooking sometimes a difficult proposition. I had been working under the assumption that microwaves never integrated themselves into Swiss (or European) culture the way they have in America. I learned yesterday that's not the case. As recently as 5 years ago, every Swiss kitchen had a microwave. Then, a study came out showing a harmful amount of radiation leaks from microwaves. Now, no Swiss kitchen has them. Apparently, microwaves are a dime a dozen in second-hand shops. Maybe I should go buy one.