The lab building was a perfect mix of modern chic and haunted asylum. The actual lab itself was as close to state-of-the-art a college could get.
Windows looking out over the 'break room' helped mitigate the typical claustrophobic vibe most labs suffered from. The sprawling murals covering the concrete walls did their fair share as well.
Tucked behind that open concept lab and expressive waiting room there was a shower/changing area that looked like it came straight out of a Saw movie. Duri, one of the grad students, told me the brownish staining on the caulk was the result of her spilling an entire bottle of betadine on herself and subsequently washing it off in the shower. I still hadn't decided whether I believed her or not.
For the umpteenth time I wondered what the point of an access code was if we never changed it from 1234. As per usual, the thought that followed after was "why do we have an access code in the bathroom but leave the lab doors propped open?"
