So in my last meeting with my major professor and Teacher’s Pet…you know, the one where he was a complete ass to me but sugary sweet to her…he also just couldn’t wait to be done with talking to me so that he could go on and on about her special project. Well, he finally got to it, but he didn’t dismiss me (because, really, I could care less about her project). Instead, he started describing her super special project on a condition that affects pregnant women and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, he had the nerve to tell me that I could help her if I wanted. That helping her would be good clinical experience for me. That I would get to see and interact with patients.
Okay.
1. I have absolutely no interest in OB/Gyn. None whatsoever. Negative interest if that’s possible.
2. I’m no undergrad starving to taste the life of a doctor! I’ve been there. Done that. Would be doing that now instead of being patronized by him if he hadn’t screwed me over.
Ugh. I could not believe my ears. You’re screwing me over because of this Teacher’s Pet and now you want me to be her lackey too? Promising me clinical experience as if I’m some lowly premed chomping at the bit? Gag me already.
I was feeling ambitious today, so I actually cracked open another student’s thesis that was lying around my soon-to-not-be-my office and tried to give my thesis a go. I came up with an outline and started looking up papers for my introduction section. And I even learned a few things along the way. I was feeling pretty good about it all.Then my major professor showed up to start cleaning out my office. Which he never got around to. Instead, he spent all of his time cavorting with Mistress and getting his ego stroked by Teacher’s Pet. But of course, he claims he came in today to meet with Teacher’s Pet and me. I really wanted no part of it because I really don’t enjoy witnessing Teacher’s Pet stroke his ego and him soaking it all up like rays of sunshine. But I had no choice, of course. Surprisingly enough, he actually wanted to talk about the study I’m involved in, not hers. But that’s where the positives end. Because whenever I tried to ask him rather well-thought out and legitimate questions about analyzing our data leading to us possibly unblinding ourselves and unconsciously tainting our results, he would cut me off mid-sentence and talk down to me as if I were an idiot. Okay, fine. I should be used to that by now. But what makes it all so appalling is the fact that not two seconds after he finishes making me feel like an idiot, Teacher’s Pet chimes in with exactly the same question and he actually lets her finish what she’s saying and answers her reasonably (not rightly, just without raising his voice or talking down to her). This happened not once during the meeting, not twice, but every single time I tried to say anything. I got so fed up with the overt discrimination that was going on that I was thisclose to blowing my lid and calling him out on his behavior and telling him where to shove his pompous attitude. The only reason why I kept my cool was because I knew that he would simply deny what he was so blatantly doing and I would just look like an irrational idiot.Suffice it to say I couldn’t get out of that so-called meeting fast enough. I really was spoiled by his long hiatus. I forgot what an asshole he is. But I remember now. I really need to get myself out of here.
