Uh, oh. The human female’s Tech II is out of town, right before labs start for the semester, when the team is already one person down. That leaves the human female in charge of the two Tech I’s. IN CHARGE.
Those words should terrify you.
So, on top of dealing with vendors who can vend but not ship, trying to ride herd on all the teaching assistants, and trying to push through the hiring of a new Tech II, the human female has become, essentially, another Tech II. Who on Midgard thought THAT was a good idea?!
All the members of Prep Staff have their tasks to do. The human female got stuck with her share of the scutt-work. I have no intention of getting my hands dirty and helping her, but Sigyn and I have come to see what it is that actually has her in a lab coat, goggles, and gloves. (I thought she couldn’t get any more hideous, but those goggles make her look like a demented insect.)
Ugh. Sigyn, look at this mess!
Two whole counters of the main Prep room is taken up by jars of preserved plants, fungi, and algae. Hundreds and hundreds of jars. What are they doing out of their basement cabinets?
Oh, I see. Heimdall’s helmet, these look bad.
I think these are the specimens that need topping-up with preserving fluid. And it looks like that fluid can eat right through metal lids. (poke, poke, poke) Yes, indeed! Rust! So she’s got to open all these rusted-shut jars, top off the fluid, find them new caps, and then lug them all back down to the basement. This is going to be a perfect storm of unpleasant—stuck, smelly, leaky, toxic, tedious, and heavy.
I could do it all with a wave of Gungnir, here, but I decline to assist. This will build character.
But Oooo! Looks like she might expand her lexicon of profanity in the process…