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here begins a rant.
you have been warned.
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Is my title "lab monkey"??? Did I somehow get accepted to gradschool and not know it? Am I now an hourly technician? What the fuck,
then, is the deal?
Gee, I thought I was a professional? I've been harped at and bitched at for no damn good reason in the past about it. But yet, when I get treated like I'm your motherfucking lackey, as if I'm at your damned beck-and-call, you act as if I'm supposed to take it up my ass and like it. Ask me if I'm going to get my PhD one more fucking time and I swear to God I will rip out your throat. I would swear that my title is development chemist, is it not? Then why, pray tell, am I running a constant barrage of moronic, nearly pointless lab experiments that any fucking bench-jockey could do? I would swear that when I entered the development group that I was being brought in for my insight, my creativity, and my knowledge... so why the fuck am I running mindless experiments that I could train a fucking spider monkey to perform? I am not the company's fucking dumping ground. You want that, hire a fucking technician. I could care fucking less that you've been at it for 20 years... I've been at it for 6 now, which is considerably longer than most of my co-workers. And yet, I am continually treated as if I'm some idiot that cannot think for himself. I am treated as if I am here to run any old experiment that you fuckers come up with, no matter how fruitless I tell you it will be - and speaking of which, how often have I been wrong? Yeah, that's what I fucking thought. Buncha shitheads. If I am not allowed the opportunity to actually use my brain at work, I'm going to fucking explode and say "screw you guys, I'm going home"... and then you'll be up shit creek, and wouldn't that be damned funny. |