It's more like a starter's pistol

So, at work, there's an autoclave in the lab where I take ATP readings (an autoclave is like a super-hot pressurized sterilization dishwasher, and an ATP reading is where I make dilutions of yeast or E. Coli and filter them through 14 mm wetlaids and then add 50 microliters of CHG and 100 microliters of enzyme to the eluate and the filter and...read ATP...on the com-pu-ter).

The important thing is, the autoclave in this lab frequently makes sounds just like Lucille Bluth's rape horn. And every time I hear it, I smile to myself and I think, "Like anyone would want to R her."

And I have a moment of thinking, who could I tell this to? Like when I had orientation at work, and Phyllis the orientation lady told us that we would be learning so much that day that our heads were, "literally, going to be exploding." And I looked around and was like, really? No one else thinks that's funny? The same thing happened when we watched an introduction video, and before they listed off the key values of the company, there was footage of a guy releasing a bald eagle into flight. I nearly lost it, then felt immature, then felt like I was the only one with a good sense of humor in that room...and by a good sense of humor I mean my sense of humor. So...well. I'll stop there and go to bed.