In pursuit of a PhD and figuring things along the way
Like many other things in a doctoral degree, the completion of this comic was also delayed indefinitely. So this is more like “that week in science” now.
Week 45 of my PhD, like many other weeks of my degree, was characterized by the absence of accomplishments due to unforeseen circumstances. 
Sometimes, things go wrong in your life that, no matter how much you try, you just cannot hide them.
Especially if you work with smelly chemicals in your lab.
You spill one of those and your biggest wish would be to bury the evidence of your clumsiness. It’s all well. You clean up, no big damages. No one saw you. It should be fine. Only if it was this simple.
The smell of the chemical will not let it be so. It haunts you and follows you around everywhere you go.
And people start asking questions. Questions that should not have been raised in the first place, that are best left unanswered.
And then, you have to admit that yes, it is you. This is something that you have done. And it is definitely you who smells like that chemical.
But in this adversity lies a masked opportunity. An opportunity to develop your own line of perfumes that smell like chemicals in your lab. Then you can wear them all the time and get the people in your lab accustomed to those smells.
So that next time, they won’t even know (plus you generate revenue. Win-win.)