Roast Lamb

This sheep is roast and toast my friends! =( I just went to lab meeting today, innocent as a sacrificial lamb. At the meeting, the boss was making some announcements and then very casually mentioned that we would be having small RNA club this coming Wednesday. That's fine and all, since we usually have these exciting affairs every two weeks or so. My boss and lab get together with another lab at NIH and explore the wonderful world of small RNAs. Usually my job is to sit back, relax and stay awake.

However, my boss, again very casually, mentioned, "I was thinking of letting Emily have a go with presenting her stuff." I was listening along pleasantly, not paying too much attention and then my meandering thoughts came to a screeching halt. What?? Me?? I looked at her and squeaked, "RNA Club? Me?" She nodded and smiled. I laughed, like, haha, surely you are joking, dear boss. She stopped smiling. She turned serious and she goes, "well, i just think it would be beneficial for us to take a look at some of the conundrums we're facing with this project." Gulp. I just looked at her. I didn't say anything, hoping that my refusal to utter one more word will somehow let me slide out of this one. I turned over to my steaming cup of tea for comfort.

After our lab meeting was over, I went over and very hopefully asked, "Are you sure about this? Because I don't think I have enough to present yet." She very jovially responded, yeah! of course I'm sure. And with that, my heart sank and I trudged heavyhearted away back to my desk to sulk about the fact that I'm about to be bound, gagged, and roasted alive before the scientific tribunal. RIPPPPP, there goes my leg. Crunch, there goes my shoulder. I will be torn to shreds!!!!!!!!!

Okay, i'm just being silly. It won't be that bad. ha. hahaha. now if I can only convince myself of that.

if you don't hear from me ever again on this blog, well, you will at least know of the sad demise of emily the roasted lamb.