I never knew this day would come

Not many of you know that my job involves the analysis of stool specimens from infants, which basically means I study the shit from babies. To secure a steady supply of stool samples for the use of practising/testing techniques (because my boss is finicky about me using the project's very very preciooouuussss samples), I had to ask a fellow colleague for her infant's "donations" on a monthly basis. It involves me passing her a collection container, she returns it after the following few days with the "donation" and I process it.

When it came to collecting it for this month, I was told I had to wait slightly longer because her child was suffering from diarrhea. I was getting slightly anxious as the days passed with no "donation". Finally, I received news that I would be getting it the next day, I was overjoyed and I can remember exclaiming to my colleague, "YES! Her child doesn't have diarrhea anymore!The shit is coming tomorrow!". Then it hit me. Never in my life have I been so happy about receiving shit.

A FML moment.