Saturday, July 08, 2006

Biohazard in the kitchen

Morning everyone.

Firstly I must apologise for not posting last night, but I had my graduation ball. So as soon as I'd gotten in from work it was a case of rushing to get ready to get out the house, and when I got back lets just say I was a little bit tipsy to be blogging. I'm sensible enough to realise that drunkeness on the internet is likely to just make a prat of myself. Yay me.

Anyways, the title of this blog is probably aroused your curiosity, and before I tell the tale, let me just say that I couldn't have made this up even if I tried. Yesterday was my last day at work, and the kids had a heart dissection practical first thing in the morning. The hearts had been left in the fridge overnight to defrost them, but when myself and the teacher came to them in the morning they were still solid. This situation required some quick thinking...

"We could put them in the microwave," the teacher suggested.

Well, I was game for that, thinking that there was a microwave lurking somewhere around the science department for just this sort of incident. Unfortunately I was wrong.

So there I was standing in the staff room kitchen, a biohazard bag in my hands, watching these hearts go round on a plate, and praying that people wouldn't see. One of the other members of the science faculty smiled at me from the water cooler,

"You having a late breakfast?"
"Erm, not exactly..." I called back.
"Is it an experiment?" he asked.
"Sort of." As you can see, questioning me with hearts in a microwave makes me very monosyllabic.
"What is it?"
"You don't want to know..."

That put an end to that conversation more or less. Anyway, 10 minutes later and the hearts seemed an ok temperature. So off I snuck back to the science department with the hearts safely in the biohazard bag and handed them over. I then returned to fully clean out the microwave, it was sparkling when I left it, no more dried up food in that old thing. While I was doing that another science teacher came in.

"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm cleaning out the microwave."
"Don't ask."
"You haven't had the hearts in there have you?"
"I did say not to ask."

Anyway, the dissection didn't go as exactly planned due to the odd fact that someone had already cut them up, then returned them to the freezer where we found them. Apparently the kids still seemed to enjoy it though.

The ball last night was very good, the meal was good, the entertainment I enjoyed, even though the dude with the chocolate fountain was packing away just as we got to him, git. I got some nice jewels on my forehead, and most of them are still there this morning. I got a proper picture taken which I should receive after I get back off holiday, and I got a silly picture taken which I shall show you in a moment or two. I had a few glasses of wine then moved on to Southern Comfort and coke, very nice. My dress, considering it wasn't my perfect dress looked nice and I did enjoy feeling posh in a full length dress.

Here's a pic of me playing Buffy;

Once my other pics are on the computer I'll post one of me in my glad rags.

Now, last bit. Yesterday was the first anniversary of the London bombings, so I'd just like to take a moment to think of those who were killed or injured and their families. I'd also like to thank everyone who went above and beyond the call of duty on that day, the emergency services and even ordinary people. Thank you.

1 comment:

Carmelo Alongi said...

"As you can see, questioning me with hearts in a microwave makes me very monosyllabic"

Quote of the year!

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