Here's the cheesecake I made!

Pretty, eh?
My and Ith's new favorite TV show (Which means it'll be cancelled) is House.
Well, tonight is the first time I was able to hear the opening theme song.
It's a song by Massive Attack. (I'm pretty sure it's Teardrop on the Mezzanine album, but I'd have to wait to hear the intro again.)
That's so cool!
I wanted coffee this morning, but didn't have any cash.
So, I wandered through the pharmacy demanding someone buy my coffee.
And, one of the pharmacists did!
[beam]
Oh, I am good!
Yesterday, one of the local tv news crews came into the pharmacy to film a piece on the cost of filling a prescription.
Well, suddenly, all the women in the pharmacy couldn't get away from the line of sight of the camera fast enough.
In fact, the female pharmacist starting called me over. "Can you go get my labels off the printer?"
"OK... why?"
"I don't want to be on camera."
I rolled my eyes, "Have you forgotten? I'm the one with the facial damage. You have a very pristine, pretty face with perfect make-up. Yet, you want me to possibly get caught on camera?"
In fact, I actually just barged between the owner and interviewer because they were in my way and there was no way around.
After the interview, the camera man was getting background shots of people working. I was walking towards the back of the store, and he told me, "Don't worry, the camera's not on."
After laughing, I explained that I didn't really care.
The pharmacist, and two other employees hid in the cloak area until the news crew left...
First, pour a box of cookie crumbs and a stick of butter into a springform pan (Don't forget to close the pan). Add four packs of cream cheese, a can of pumpkin, and four eggs.
Throw into the oven until brown.
I just finished making a pumpkin cheesecake
(And, no, I didn't use the above recipe... I added some spices as well...)
So, the ophthalmologist says I have slight imflammation and burn in my eye, but no permanent damage.
And, I have a picture of the burn:

Lovely, eh?
The cheek looks pretty bad because I was more worried about my eye than my face, so my face got burned quite a bit more than my eye...
I've talked about the joys of Phenol in the past...
Well, after today, I will no longer touch it.
Why, you ask?
Today, I got it in my eye.
Oh joy.
Oh rapture.
Unluckily, I wasn't wearing my glasses.
Luckily, I had my contacts in.
When I pour phenol, I do it in the hood, wearing gloves. This means I have a hard plastic shield between me and the chemical.
But, I have to take the gradulated cylinder from the hood to the lab sink to rinse out.
I turned on the water to rinse the phenol out, and it came out way too quick and splashed up into my eye.
So, after flushing my eye out for a few minutes, I took my contact out, and continued to flush. Now, I'm just waiting to go to the doctor.
I've been burned by phenol before, no big deal... just hurts. But, this is my eye.
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Well, the above was written longhand at work. The doctor's visit went well. The doctor doesn't think there's permanent damage, but I've got an appointment tomorrow with an ophthalmologist to make sure and I have to go see the doctor in a week to check up on the burn on my cheek. In the mean time, I have a cream to put on my cheek to help with healing.
So, I'm ok... and drinking single malt now.
I just have to hope that the cream stops my cheek from scarring... I really don't need that!
ARGH!
There’s a coworker at work, I’ll call her ‘B’.
Anyway, she’s the stock clerk here. She’s in charge of stocking the shelves, ordering new products, and has some control over the clerks.
She keeps trying to order me around.
There’s a storeroom next to my lab. One of the units in the storeroom has compounding items that are too bulky to fit in my lab (i.e. pound jars). I keep my area neat.
The rest of the storeroom isn’t. When an item is three boxes down and someone needs it, that person will take down the first two boxes, grab the third, and leave the other two boxes on the ground.
Today, ‘B’ came into my lab and ordered (not asked, ordered) me to, and I quote, “Clean up your mess in the store room before the owner gets back on vacation tomorrow.”
Oh, thanks so much for A) Thinking you have seniority over me, B) Telling me less than 24 hours before the boss comes back from a week long trip, C) Assuming the my area is the messy area of the storeroom, and D) not having a human interaction bone in your body.
I told her that I was very busy and I’ll try to get to it. “No, you’ll have to clean it up today. It has to be done before you leave.”
So, just in case my memory is bad, I go into the storeroom to check over my area. It’s nearly spotless. So, I grab the few empty buckets I was keeping ‘just in case’, a box full of old jars someone kept for some reason, and dumped them. Then, I’m done.
Yeah, my area was so ‘messy’ it took me a total of three minutes to clean it up.
Each time I have an altercation with ‘B’, I come so close to ripping her a new one. But, my personality isn’t like that. It’ll probably be a few more times before I let her have it.
But, the best part of this whole thing? She’ll come up to me an hour after trying to give me an order, and ask me to do something for her on the computer (Usually, type out a memo or sign).
I always take great glee in telling her that I’m way too busy. After all, every computer in the store has Word for Windows on it.
(And, no ‘B’ is not her first initial and doesn’t mean bitch. Well, until I thought about it just now...)
Yes, the newest installment of the SIMs has grabbed ahold of me and will not let go.
Currently, I’m working with a single father who’s goal in life is to be a billionaire (He keeps wanting to buy furniture and more furniture) who’s teenage lesbian daughter wants to grow up and have a family.
I’m having great fun with this game…
In my lab, the flavorings we put into compounds are liquid and kept in glass bottles. A few moments ago, I was reaching above my head for the cherry flavor when the bottle tapped another bottle just enough to send it plummeting to the counter, where it would have shattered and made a hell of a mess.
But, with my highly trained, honed reflexes, I caught the bottle in mid air!
BOOYA!
And, that’s before I’ve even had coffee!!
Go me!
My thumb aches!
Why?
Well... duh...
SIMs2
It's taken over my life!
I've been playing so long, my thumb is throbbing. Hell, it's almost numb!
Oh well, if I keep playing, maybe it will go numb!
Not only do I have Neopets to occupy my possible blogging hours, now, I've been sucked into the black pit of... well... superlatives are escaping me right now (icky feeling day).
I bought SIMs 2.
You'll never hear from me again.
OK... back to seeing how many ways I can kill off a SIM. (First thing I do with a new version of SIMs).
Then, off to see if I can get my bratty teenager to actually study. And, see if I can't make the Lothario character turn gay. Bwahahahahahaha!
Well, again, I haven't been posting.
Bad! Bad, Ninjababe! No bickie!
[pout]
Basically, I've spent the last month moving and packing and cleaning and all that icky stuff.
Currently, I'm putting together a coffee table!
Ooo!
Aaa!
Exciting!
OK... back to using power tools with a flashlight clenched between my teeth.