5: LUDGAR
I got my access card today. When she was taking a picture, I tried to open my eyes as big as possible,
but in the end, I ended up looking: frustrated, angry, shocked, and bizarre.
Dr. Ludgar performed the telomere hybridization experiment in front of us.
He said this experiment would need to be done multiple times frequently, it’ll be like a reflex action by the end.
This experiment took 8.5 hours in total, but most of the time was incubation time so it wasn’t extremely stressful.
Dr. Ludgar got to know us a little bit more, after he found out that I live in the downtown region, he cautioned me to not go out after 6PM, and stay away from weird aboriginal people walking around at night.
“Their English dictionary only contains two words: “Fuck” and “You”, simple as that.”
He told me all the interesting summer events that would happen in Winnipeg: Jazz festival, Manitoba museum, and french festival. He then asked me what kind of places have I’ve been to in Winnipeg.
Lets see, there’s the house that I’m living in now and the hospital. A grand total of 2 places.
He shook his head and said:
“Okay, next week we’ll pick a day, and We’ll take you on a tour around Winnipeg”
Touring the city during work time? Sign. Me. Up.
In between the 8.5 hour experiment, we had a 2 hour incubation period. So Dr. Ludgar freed us for a coffee break.
I dragged Brian to explore the hospital with me, we went to the University of Manitoba Medical building, it was so beautiful and new. Did I mention all the medical students there? They were all so beautiful and new too.
When we had to return back to the cancer wing, we had to pass through a hall way that said “employees only”
Instantly, Brian backed up and said we aren’t allowed to access this section.
I just waved the employee access card at him and gave him my very first bitch face in Winnipeg.
By the time I got home, my roommates were debating on what to eat for dinner.
We’ve been eating fried potato strips, pork, and carrots for 4 days straight. So I suggested curry for dinner.
One of the guy probably never had curry before, so he kept asking:
“Do you season the meat before?”
“Do you add tomato?”
“Do you add salt to the curry? Won’t the curry get too diluted after all the ingredient are added?”
“You should put ginger and bell peppers right?”
“What about tomato and fried eggs?”
He asked so many extremely idiotic questions, I gave him the second bitch face in Winnipeg.
I promised myself that I would change my attitude and personality in Winnipeg. I would have less attitude and more patience.
But after today, I’m sorry:
The Bitch is Back