The lab potted plants get more attention than you do from your boss. You've even tried to schedule weekly meetings with her/him--to no avail.
That one technician/student/postoc who looks at the boss with starcrossed eyes is on every paper that's come out of the lab since they've joined, and she/he doesn't even know how to refill the carboy of milli-Q water.
You're boss starts saying things like, "Why can't you be more like Isabella (the perfect postdoc)? She does these experiments without trouble and always has good results".
Someone in the lab (could it be the Favorite?) has been to every conference on the continent, while others with greater seniority have not been to a single one.
There are no labmeetings unless The Favorite is present.
You've created an excel spreadsheet calculating the costs of having "I'm the favorite Postdoc" T-shirts printed and distributing them to each lab member.
Your blogspot entries read like Acts from a Shakespearean tragedy
You've photoshopped your boss's head onto that of Dr. Evil (and briefly considered printing T-shirts).
You start collecting stories of Scientists Behaving Badly and spend more time looking for another job than you do reading scientific papers.
Your boss begins to look at you like you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar, and you feel guilty somehow though you're not sure why.
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