I hate the autoclave.
The technicians are on vacation for the next three weeks so I have to autoclave stuff. If there was a possibility that I could have fobbed off the chore to someone else, I probably would have, but now I’m stuck with it. It’s not that I mind hauling things to and from the autoclave. I just don’t like turning the machine(s) on and off. I’m always afraid I might not have closed the door properly or I pressed the wrong button or something just plain broke down. Because, of course, there’s the possibility that the thing will explode. Especially while I’m in the vicinity.
I blame this on the first person who taught me how to use the thing by telling me autoclave horror stories.