I went back to my lab today, in hopes of figuring out what was wrong with the computer data acquisition program for another graduate student.
This is what I found out: About a month ago, the lab was hit by lightning
Let me repeat that:
MY. LAB. WAS. HIT. BY. LIGHTNING.
I'm afraid when I heard that, I started laughing, although I'm not sure if I was laughing because it's better to laugh than to cry or because I was so deliriously happy that it was not my lab anymore.
Does that make me a bad person?