Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

 Despite my best efforts to become a baker and earn money selling people mouthfuls of delicious-happiness cupcakes, I ended up working in a lab testing toxins on rat brain cells.

Oh Life, you mischevious little imp, you.

My schedule allows no time for moping over spilt frosting though, I've got more important things to do. Science things. And here's the coolest part: I get a lab coat! I'm way too excited for this, but it's all white and new and it comes with goggles and these awesome purple latex gloves. Putting them on, to work with potentially explosive chemicals (Honestly, the fridges in the lab are explosion proof. Who has a need for such things??) I look like a super hero.
Nah, much less a hero and more a super villian. But, nonetheless super in some form.

One of the perks of the job is being insanely busy, which is nice for me because I have excuses for being a social reject. My boss, after three hours together in the same room, looked at me said, "Thanks for being so flexible, I'm sure you have better things to be doing." And I almost laughed in her face and after trying to explain to her how very very little I had going on, ("Seriously, working with corrosive materials was the highlight of my weekend")
She looked taken aback. No jokes, straight to my face she said, "But you don't look like a nerd to me."

I could have kissed her feet.