Day Four: I actually didn’t get anything done.  Got home from work, went to eat and then ended up passing out.

Day Five:  Did more work on the G-Chord.  I picked up the C & D-Chord.  Aside from getting those down more solid I worked on switching between them — which is still a massive fail.  Still, it’s better than where I was.  I can actually hit the G-Chord every so often.

Betsy Ross a.k.a. Kaywinnith "Kaylee" Lee Frye

Day 1: Given the lull in research and evil doing due to the construction of the labs I figured it was finally time to learn to play the guitar.  To that end I picked up this lovely Fender Stratocaster.   I figured out strumming a bit and figured out a G-Chord.  Holding the thing is still a bit of a problem.  Still, for the first few hours of actually trying to play a guitar it went pretty well.

Day 2:  Worked out holding the guitar better.  Got the G-Chord even better.  Also worked on being able to lift my fingers on and off while strumming.  I still haven’t gotten the left-hand down.

Day 3: Worked on the G-Chord more.  Started on the D-Chord.  I think I’ve got my left-hand form a lot better.  The excercise on hitting the sixth string with all four fingers in succession did a decent job.   Also adjusted the straps some more and that helped quite a bit.  Probably work on the C-Chord tomorrow.  I also need to actually work more on being able to actually move my fingers from chord to chord.

Sheesh, the way these scientists bitch you’d think they consider construction to a field more complicated than quantum physics.  Apparently they don’t realize you can’t put these kinds of things together in a day.   All day long I get calls from these Ph.D’s in this in that complaining that their offices or labs haven’t been built.  Seriously, anybody else would be glad to be getting paid to do nothing, but no, not these people.   Shit, I’d love it. I’d be going all over Europe, take a cruise, see the world.  No, these pinheads just want to sit in some artificially lighted concrete box and peruse through some journal.  Where did we find these guys?

Dr. Proletariat is the worst; mainly because I’m actually obliged to have to listen to him.  I have a feeling he hates our weekly meetings as much as I do.  I can only imagine that they bitch at him twice as much as me.  In fact, I think he’s actually taken up working in a closet so that they can’t find him.  I don’t even understand why we even let half these people on the premises.  There’s nothing for them to do yet.  It’ll be at least six months before any lab will be operational for anything.  Dr. Prole won’t even consider having any of the glassware delivered from the warehouses until we’re at least done with excavation and blasting projects.

We’ve got to get the perimeter security and the housing units in before any actual biological work can be started. I don’t know why people would be in such a hurry to spend weeks at a time here.  Current safety procedures have people staying in the isolation housing for at least a week before they can leave the premises.  Well, it’s not exactly isolation.  Basically a separate apartment complex were they stay so we know they aren’t actually infected with anything.

I think that I may just find me a closet as well.