I\’m at Will\’s lab at the moment. On the surface, we are such a weird pair, he and I: the Ph.D. and the high school drop out (the doctor and the dj…), but under the labels, we work well together.
I love coming into the lab. It\’s my home away from home. Huge microscopes everywhere, big viewing monitors, a CO2 chamber, vials and bottles and tools galore. No windows at all, which usually irks me, but here it\’s wonderful. Huge amounts of equipment running at all times, creating a permanent buzzing sound in the room. Click click click of the CO2 being released. Click click click of the keyboards. Click click click of the petri dishes being stacked upon one another. Ah! So comforting.
Sometimes I think I may have missed my calling. Though the arts and social sciences are what my heart follows, I am not any good at any of that liberal art, intangible stuff. Science, on the other hand, I was brilliant at while growing up, particularly in the environmental and biology fields. Problem was, I couldn\’t get my head around the math, and I couldn\’t get my stomach and personal ethics around dissection. Still can\’t. If I could have, maybe I\’d be working in oceanography by now. Oh well. Guess I\’m really still a Meg, like I\’ve always been — a Meg who wanted to be a Calvin. But at least I\’ve got my Calvin, right down to him being a neuroscientist who is working to discover how to make nerves regenerate in humans. Fuckin\’ weird that he does that. Totally fuckin\’ weird.