… why is it that Wednesdays I’m pummeled with demoralizing spreadsheet work? My mood goes from chipper to frothing at the mouth with rage in 2.5 hours! The worst part of it is, all of this torturous tedium will most likely be in vain. My boss has not the time, fortitude or inclination to even attempt to search for findings in the plethora of data, that I, and my peers have labored several hundreds of hours to generate and organize. These efforts were made for a particular study that he, years ago, went to great lengths to design.
Up until about six months ago, I never regretted my decision to take this job. But now, knowing that none of my effort on this study, will probably ever come to fruition, coupled with my boss’ refusal to defend my conduct before our institution’s internal review board (that I should be dismissed for making an error in a study advertisement), I very much do.
Well, why did I take this job in the first place? To gain experience conducting research and to publish the findings we uncover. It’s the second part of that statement that is the cause of my frustration. This job has been very heavy in setting up, and collecting data for studies… and very light in analysis and publication. I did not train in college the way I did so that I could waste time fixing equipment and babysitting (babysitting is harsh, meeting and working with subjects is one of the few things that remain in this job that I actually enjoy doing). It is not as if there are any other perks to this job. The pay is insulting and the demands are difficult and frequent. I remember saying explicitly to my boss that I would take this job only if the above conditions would be met; both of them! He assured me “publication in scientific literature is very likely.”
HORSESHIT!
Okay, what is keeping me here anyway? My pay. And, my word that I would leave things in order for my replacement. Perhaps I could live with myself if I broke that promise, considering that my boss has not upheld, or even tried to uphold, the significant promise that he originally made to me.
It looks like I have not maintained my resolution of being-happy-no-matter-what that I made to myself earlier this week. Here’s to better times!
7 replies on “I swear to doG…”
Bitch away, sometimes life just wants you to be miserable. Think of it as banking karma. Unless, of course, you’ve already spent it. Otherwise, get out there and find something to be happy about, you deserve it. Take it, take it from some asshole that doesn’t deserve it. muhhhuuhhhahahaha. sail hatan!
There’s just nothing like work to force you to look at your importance in the universe!
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Just run out the clock, and cash in that extra vacation time. Stick to the bossman in his (empty) wallet!
wow. i had no idea things were so grim. we should talk soon yo.
careful, now. that kind of talk is exactly how i ended up in law school. only two more months, right? hang in there.