Welcome to the bizzare fucked up world that is my life.
Its actually closer to the drew carry show meets the Hot Zone. Only without talking viruses 
My favorite co-workers are the guys (PhD’s) who make little faux-snow nativity scenes on their benchtop (they have this new hand sterilizer stuff which is basically 95% ethanol foam) then burn them with bunson burners.
Ok scary work story:
We have a BLS-4 here, and a government contract lab working down here. Who knows what they do, but they did have a person running security for JUST THEIR LAB. We hated that woman. But oh well.
I’m in the break room having lunch with a friend when the security lady comes in and starts talking to someone in her ‘indoor voice’ (you can hear from 50 miles away).
She’s waiting to pick up the Anthrax shipment (Look don’t ask me, I don’t know and don’t WANT to know).
Umm good security there, announce that in the break room.
Anyway, this car drives up and another woman gets out with a box, covered in bio-hazzard stickers.
I should mention here, that the head of the department (runs the Governemnt contract lab) just recently posted new signs about biocontainment breaches, like wearing lab coats out of the lab, wearing scrubs into the offices/break room and so on.
The woman with the box 'o anthrax then calmly walks up to the break room door and walks past us (me and my friend who are EATING) and starts to discuss about how they need more dry ice on the bacteria since what is it there is almost all melted.
:eek:
That would require opening the box…
Of anthrax
Which is then taken into a room where people eat.
Where I was eating.