Job stress
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Very rarely do I get stressed out. I mean, honestly the only thing that gets me rattled is money issues and even then I just do what I can and try not to worry too much. I just had a �serious� chat with my supervisor. Apparently the funding agency on the project that I am on is not thrilled with a report that we submitted a few months back. The funding agency wants us to justify and explain a whole heap of shit that we said we would accomplish. I�m thinking, no problem. We can explain everything that you need to know. My supervisor and me are very thorough and we can get shit done. But we can�t get shit done when we have a PI (Principal Investigator) who tells the funding agency that we can do certain stuff knowing good and Gawd damn well that it can�t get done. So while me and my supervisor are stressing on getting our funding agency the stuff they are asking for, cause our damn jobs depend on it, our PI is in fucking Italy having a ball and has no clue as to the amount of shit that he left on our plates. I wish I could hate my PI right now, but truth is he is the sweetest old white man I have ever met. He�s just so fucking absent minded and so much of a people pleaser that he forgets that while he is trying to make everyone happy, he is making my job and my supervisors job hell. |
12:53 p.m. || May 04, 2004 |
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