Swords?
Swords.
Swords!
Don't f@&#ing touch swords. They'll cut you wide open.
Lab was rather unpleasant today. For starters, we had a few dissections to do, and the school's supplier doesn't do a terribly good job with preserving the subjects. Aside from our rat being bannana yellow outside (which was just sort of silly looking), upon making the first few incisions... actually no, I won't get into what my partner and I found inside. Suffice it to say that it was bad. Very, very bad.
After that, I spent some time chatting with the Grad Student who runs the lab, and I found out he works in the Spider Lab. I mentioned that I knew someone who worked there (I didn't mention that this person was my ex), and he told me some stories about her, like how she somehow managed to be the only one to ever have been bitten in the lab, and by one of the gentlest tarantula species they have. There were a few other things he shared about working with her, and though I didn't consciously want to laugh at her expense, I found myself doing it anyway.
Anyway, I left the Lab a bit later, and passed two student employees working Campus Security for the night. One of them turned away and quieted down when I walked past, but her voice sounded familiar. I turned to catch a quick look after I'd passed them, and sure enough it was my ex. Apparently she got a job on campus. The door had been open, and they were chilling out right down the hall from the Lab, so I assume she heard my instructor and I talking.
It's like a dramatic twist from a bad movie, and I'm the one who ends up feeling like a huge jerk.