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<\/a> Ugh. \u00a0I vaguely remember coming home, and stumbling into the living room. I sat there for a bit trying to think of … something I was … work! \u00a0Right. \u00a0It was already after 8, and work started at 10. \u00a0I could try to nap, but nodded off thinking about it.<\/p>\nIt took a few moments before my brain put together an idea, and I remembered what I do for a living.<\/p>\n
I make magic potions!<\/p>\n
It worked.<\/p>\n “I think Meghan was here,” she said.<\/p>\n “I\u00a0just saw<\/em> you break …” \u00a0Sigh. \u00a0“Fine.”<\/p>\n The various tasks assigned to me today all involved testing out the multiple functions of the simray. Unfortunately, I was feeling the combined effects of my amazing, heart-soaring morning with Aiden, the wondrous energy from the serum I’d quaffed, and the apparent incompetence of my fellows and friends at the lab, and I\u00a0may<\/em> have let things get out of hand.<\/p>\n When he woke up – and warmed up – I was called into the boss’ office. \u00a0I was certain I was going to be fired, but apparently everything was “absolutely and 110% on track!”, and so he promoted me to head of the division.<\/p>\n Now, I’ll admit that this is my first real job at a civilian research lab, by the title on my nameplate went from “Pioneer of New Technologies” to … “Mad Scientist”.<\/p>\n I’m not making this up. \u00a0I have business cards that say “Jeanette Ross, Mad Scientist”. \u00a0I laughed maniacally for a second or two (I figured it was required), thanked him for the opportunity to advance mad science, and went to tell\u00a0Caitlyn. \u00a0I went to\u00a0wake up<\/em> Caitlyn, and tell her.<\/p>\n The funny thing about working at this science lab is that we kind of brush off the myriad experiments as they happen. Well, other than Malcolm. \u00a0He’s\u00a0still\u00a0<\/em>holding a grudge from the wormhole experiments. But after Caitlyn woke up and Trisha unfroze, they suggested we head out to celebrate.<\/p>\n We took the new express train into the city after Trisha suggestion. \u00a0I hadn’t been downtown yet, but the little food shops everywhere intrigued me.<\/p>\n Okay, at least everyone else was having troubles too.<\/p>\n At sometime during the night, after several songs and even more wine, I needed to use the washroom.<\/p>\n I think<\/em> this was the washroom. \u00a0In any case, \u00a0I may have to return here. This thing was … thorough. \u00a0And, um … thoroughly pleasant. \u00a0I wonder where they bought it?<\/p>\n It was a really good day.<\/p>\n chapter 31 …<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It Was A Great Day, Part Two Ugh. \u00a0I vaguely remember coming home, and stumbling into the living room. I sat there for a bit trying to think of … something I was … work! \u00a0Right. \u00a0It was already after 8, and work started at 10. \u00a0I could try to nap, but nodded off thinking … Continue reading “Jeanette, Chapter 30”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,12],"tags":[38,39,40,32,37],"class_list":["post-986","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ross","category-jeanette","tag-caitlyn","tag-downtown","tag-karaoke","tag-skylar","tag-trisha"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/986","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=986"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/986\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1232,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/986\/revisions\/1232"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=986"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=986"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=986"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}I’m going to say that my morning with Aiden scrambled my rational thinking; that’s easier to deal with than simply forgetting I was carrying around several serums that would juice me up.\u00a0I knew it was risky, but this\u00a0should\u00a0<\/em>keep going all day.<\/p>\n Trisha was at reception when I got in, and I resisted the urge to dance around her chair telling her I was dating Aiden now. We hadn’t talked about the other night, but she also hadn’t been anything other than friendly since, so maybe I was paranoid. \u00a0Maybe I still am. \u00a0Dammit.<\/p>\n I did let Caitlyn know, she was excited for me. \u00a0She was\u00a0so<\/em> excited, that she broke both computers during our conversation.<\/p>\n“What happened?”<\/p>\n I swear I spend more time fixing things around here than doing actual lab work.<\/p>\n<\/a>Maybe.<\/p>\n<\/a>Just a little.<\/p>\n<\/a> Street food!<\/p>\n<\/a> Luckily, there was nobody around to see me make a complete fumbling mess eating with chopsticks. \u00a0As long as I can practice in private…<\/p>\n<\/a> DAMMIT.<\/p>\n<\/a> Skylar had joined us by then, and together we burst into the karaoke bar across the street. \u00a0Caitlyn can sing!<\/p>\n<\/a> I … made words come out of my mouth. \u00a0But cripes it was fun!<\/p>\n<\/a> WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?<\/p>\n<\/a>Eventually, the evening turned to night, which progressed into morning. It was hard to tell in the middle of a brightly lit city. \u00a0Trisha had had a few too many shots of whatever it was she was drinking, and argued about leaving and freeze-rays and unfair treatments on behalf of whatever-the-heck she was on about. \u00a0Skylar and Caitlyn took that as a sign, and together we got her home safely.<\/p>\n