... the more I realise that most things in life is more art than science.
The last time I was here, in front of the NMR, I had a terrible day. That day was punctuated with bouts of tears and some keyboard banging. It only ended at 10 in the night with a very grumpy me. The machine kept telling me that echo time has to be reduced. But honestly, what on earth is echo time? Even the boss couldn't tell me.
Today, I walked in with 45 samples and a terrible mood to boot. Because being in this place reminds me of the last time I was here. Reminds me that all these shiny metal are just pretty and nothing else.
But guess what? The machine worked and my samples are gorgeous and the world is alright again. Everything is smooth and my peaks are beautiful. Shimmed, right to the baseline.
You most probably have no idea what I am saying. But to put it simply, everything went so smoothly that I am contemplating more experiments.
Did I do anything different? No. Even my samples are the same. This serves to proves that there is no logic in science. Absolutely none.
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