Unbefuckinglievable
Feb. 16th, 2005 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronwynrhSo my PI told me he was meeting with the Dean today and that The Decision would be made. First thing this morning, I step into the lab and pop into PI's office to ask, "how'd the meeting with Mike go?" He replies that it went great. . . "So. . . ?" Well, we're still negotiating. "Dammit, Matt!" I know, he replies. My wife's pretty - then he makes a face. Yeah, Matt. I know that face, too.
Soon, though. He promises. Soon.
Well it fucking well better be soon. I'm thinking that if I don't have a decision by the 28th, I'm going to just quit. It'll kill me to leave research and be jobless and almost directionless, but goddammit.
Matt stopped by my bench later to ask that I write to a gal at Northwestern to set up a visit for me to learn a protocol. Note to self: write that email. Then he promptly disappeared. Alok, a rotation student and all-around great guy, asked me a while ago if Matt was gone for day, and I replied that I didn't know. After a few minutes, Alok came back cracking up in frustrated hilarity to tell me that Matt left for Arizona and won't be back until Friday or Monday.
NOBODY knew about this. NOBODY. Nobody, that is, except the new rotation student who's only been in the lab since Monday. What. The. Fuck.
I swear to the God I Don't Believe In that I would never have survived as a graduate student in this lab. As a postdoc, I have the blessing of independence, so an advisor's unexplained and unannounced absence is more an annoyance than a problem. I am nevertheless amazed at how Matt runs things. Or doesn't. Whatever.
Anybody have any thoughts? Ideas? Job offers?
And can anyone explain why I'm smiling about this? I'm so fucking pissed off, I think it's all I can do.
Also, I've been fighting a migraine since Friday. Yes, it's the Dreaded Monthly Migraine that lasts for five days. The good news is that today, being Day Five, should be the end of it. At least, until I get my next not-so-regularly scheduled migraine attack. I spent Friday drugged and feeling stupid, Saturday drugged and unconscious, Sunday was mostly alright, as was Monday until the evening when the pain came back with a vengeance. Yesterday, I spent 2 hours at work followed by 5 hours at the ER and the neurology clinic, followed by about an hour at work. Full day. Drugged for nearly all of it. Sweet, no? I woke up this morning with pain again, but I seem to have kept it at bay with some more drugs. The neurologist gave me Rx's for oral Phenergan and Toradol, and four migraine's worth of sample triptans. She also agreed to let me try Topamax again. We're going to go very slowly this time, and see if I can get relief without all the Karen Carpenterness of my previous Topamax experience. Please cross your fingers, as this is literally my last resort, short of oxycontin, and I have yet to find a neuro willing to even discuss those drugs because they're too afraid of the War on Drugs fiends.
*whew* Rant over.
Edited to add: I know why I'm smiling. It's the post-migraine euphoria. Duh.
Soon, though. He promises. Soon.
Well it fucking well better be soon. I'm thinking that if I don't have a decision by the 28th, I'm going to just quit. It'll kill me to leave research and be jobless and almost directionless, but goddammit.
Matt stopped by my bench later to ask that I write to a gal at Northwestern to set up a visit for me to learn a protocol. Note to self: write that email. Then he promptly disappeared. Alok, a rotation student and all-around great guy, asked me a while ago if Matt was gone for day, and I replied that I didn't know. After a few minutes, Alok came back cracking up in frustrated hilarity to tell me that Matt left for Arizona and won't be back until Friday or Monday.
NOBODY knew about this. NOBODY. Nobody, that is, except the new rotation student who's only been in the lab since Monday. What. The. Fuck.
I swear to the God I Don't Believe In that I would never have survived as a graduate student in this lab. As a postdoc, I have the blessing of independence, so an advisor's unexplained and unannounced absence is more an annoyance than a problem. I am nevertheless amazed at how Matt runs things. Or doesn't. Whatever.
Anybody have any thoughts? Ideas? Job offers?
And can anyone explain why I'm smiling about this? I'm so fucking pissed off, I think it's all I can do.
Also, I've been fighting a migraine since Friday. Yes, it's the Dreaded Monthly Migraine that lasts for five days. The good news is that today, being Day Five, should be the end of it. At least, until I get my next not-so-regularly scheduled migraine attack. I spent Friday drugged and feeling stupid, Saturday drugged and unconscious, Sunday was mostly alright, as was Monday until the evening when the pain came back with a vengeance. Yesterday, I spent 2 hours at work followed by 5 hours at the ER and the neurology clinic, followed by about an hour at work. Full day. Drugged for nearly all of it. Sweet, no? I woke up this morning with pain again, but I seem to have kept it at bay with some more drugs. The neurologist gave me Rx's for oral Phenergan and Toradol, and four migraine's worth of sample triptans. She also agreed to let me try Topamax again. We're going to go very slowly this time, and see if I can get relief without all the Karen Carpenterness of my previous Topamax experience. Please cross your fingers, as this is literally my last resort, short of oxycontin, and I have yet to find a neuro willing to even discuss those drugs because they're too afraid of the War on Drugs fiends.
*whew* Rant over.
Edited to add: I know why I'm smiling. It's the post-migraine euphoria. Duh.
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Date: February 16th, 2005 09:55 pm (UTC)Oh my, I'm sorry about the pain. What a terrible way to have to function. I hope your migrain goes bye bye.
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Date: February 17th, 2005 03:36 pm (UTC)Good times.
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Date: February 17th, 2005 03:46 am (UTC)*hugs*
I hope things go better, and soon!
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He actally said, "My wife's pretty"?
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Date: February 17th, 2005 03:29 pm (UTC)To which I reply, "I know about two dozen people who would like to kill you over your indecision, you wishy washy namby pamby pain-in-the-ass!"
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Date: February 17th, 2005 03:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: February 17th, 2005 03:32 pm (UTC)I wish I'd known he was like this before I joined the lab. Excuse me while I kick myself.
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Date: February 17th, 2005 04:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: February 17th, 2005 06:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: February 20th, 2005 04:30 am (UTC)