Stupid busy at work lately -- and not even at my desk, either. The past week has been filled with 5-6 hour stretches in the clean room doing burst testing on polyethylene pouches. Essentially we put a lot of our surgical stuff into pouches that can be sterilized. But to ensure that they can handle the process and survive shipping, we have to see how strong they are by filling them with air until they pop like balloons, and then measure how much pressure it took to break them.
And of course, because of scientific standards -- we need 60 data points to make clear determinations of the values. Which means 60 tests, at three different seal temperatures, for 4 different pouch sizes -- all done twice, because we need to know the difference between pre-sterile and post.
Long story short, I've spent the whole week popping little bags and writing down numbers.
Excruciatingly boring.I've been hitting the gym fairly regularly (which is good), but I'm not gonna lie here -- lately I feel like I'm not really getting anywhere, and it's starting to become frustrating.
In the good news department I got a supersweet gift in the mail -- the set lists from the recent Living Colour/Earl Greyhound set at the Rock for Barack show Satorical caught a while back (thanks bro -- love 'em!), and despite everyone being tired and having lots to do, there's always a smile in store when the phone rings at 9.
One thing I have been thinking about though -- Saturday is looking pretty open, and there are a few movies I wouldn't mind seeing. Money is a little tight, but that's not really where this idea came from.
You know, pay for one film and then sneak into 2 or 3 more? Honestly, how long has it been since I've done that? And really -- what's the worst that could happen if I get caught? It's not like they're gonna call my parents.I'm thinking about doing a little theater hopping this weekend.
I don't know -- the last time I was in a theater (when I took the kid to see that awful Clone Wars flick) I started thinking about it. Remember when movie theater people (looking at you here, Monster) used to be really authoritative figures? Like if they caught you sneaking theaters, or trying to get into an R-rated film when you weren't 17 they actually got mad? Like they were cops or something?
The kids who work in those places now seem like they really don't give a crap either way. There's probably a chance that the whole thing could turn out to be an empty thrill.
I don't know -- this is why I prefer my actual job, because it's not as repetitive and mindless as the crap I've been doing this week. I actually have to think and figure stuff out, instead of just turning a crank and punching a button over and over for hours on end -- where the only distraction is thinking up stupid little crimes (wait, is it a crime?) I might commit this weekend if I don't have anything better to do.But it still sounds like a fun idea.
Anyways, I got pouches to pop.
[Listening To: Killing Joke – "Europe" ]