"Metals don't just go running around naked in solution," was what my boss told me when we were doing a quick chemistry briefing about how the heck his lab equipment works.
Later he made falafel for everyone, and we discussed the fact that Hilary Clinton is unelectable, but Obama is kind of naive. Afternoon conversations revolved around getting one of the lab guys laid with his "gramma" friend. Then we shot tequilla from the "evidence locker."
Luckily for me, I tend to get involved with pretty cool companies. My last one gave us icecream when we participated in fire drills. What's not to like? Keep from dying in possible flames and get icecream. Or don't. Here in the big CO, we get lunches made for us daily. If you can get over the underlying, constant panic of going broke at any time, this job is pretty laid back.
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