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*siiiiiighs*

If I don't end up bashing both of my labmates' (Trapper and Frank)heads together in a last-ditch attempt to stop them from behaving like they are both five, it will be a good day.
*wonders why it is people have this need to behave like kids around me*
It is, to be fair, more Frank's problem than Trapper's (and who is surprised?), but this is getting ridiculous.

In other news, Martha the Wondercat does not approve of 5am wakeup calls. She gets that from me.

In other, other news, I brought my camera. Maybe I'll actually get picspam up. ... *eyes backlog* Lots of picspam.

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Adventures in Vet MASH land:
Introducing a new character: Hotlips, one of my male classmates, so named to preserve the gender balance.

Scene: Holding down the CRAZIEST DOG OF EVER while Trapper goes to find more needles.
Frank: *put upon sigh* You know Hotlips?
Me: ... Yes? *looks across lab room to where Hotlips is talking to his labmates - some sort of animated story that's either about downhill mountain biking or skiing, seeing as it involves a slope and a lot of twisting around*
Frank: He's an [word that one does not apply to one's professional coworkers in a professional setting].
Me: ... Whut?
Frank: Normally I wouldn't say that...
Me: *thinking: Yah HUH.*
Frank: But at this hour of the morning? [Repeated word].

...

Hotlips, while tragically very much taken, has always been nice to me, even though I'm not part of the group he generally hangs out with.

And I repeat. I am WORKING WITH TODDLERS HERE. Grey's Anatomy is right, this sort of thing is just High School, with scalpels.