Through the Doors

As I've been waiting for an experiment to develop (I've got to dip slides into emulsion and leave it to develop for six weeks), I've been assign other tasks to perform, tasks that have been kept for unsuspecting masters students such as myself. A particular task I have to do is count little black dots on a slide. This has to be done in the microscope room, known as the "BIOIMAGING FACILITY". I know this because of a fancy sign they have stuck up on top of a stack of lockers, telling me of this fact.

To get into the room though, is okay if i'm coming from upstairs to downstairs, but there are doors that you can go through that gets you through to the cafeteria, and those doors. Well. They don't like me.

It usually takes a while for the door card reader to respond to my card, to grant me access. Sometimes I feel as though it is trying to figure out who I am, and then doesn't think I should be let through, but then lets me through anyway because it can't deal with me talking to it and dancing around like a maniac.

                                                

 But its usually still a very long wait... especially when you feel like someone is watching you, and you begin to think, what if they think i don't have access! Then panic slowly creeps in. 


                                                






One time a cue begun to form behind me. Which of course, made me even more paranoid. Then the people in the queue realized they knew each other and starting to have a conversation.

                                             


When I was actually let through I had to stop myself from laughing madly, and running quickly through the doors in utter ensnarement and other such feelings. Not as easy as you may think.