i really like my job when i don't have to interact with people.

with the exception of one RA, i hate everyone here. the women are cunts; the men are misogynistic assholes. i don't know how much longer i can or want to deal with all this douchebaggery.

i haven't even been here a whole month, so i obviously don't know the ins and outs of this place. whenever i ask someone [usually a female] a question, more often than not, they talk to me like i'm the dumbest person in the world. actually, they don't even talk to me, they talk AT me. and it's not like i'm always in someone's face asking questions every 5 minutes. it's ONE question every couple of days and only if something comes up before the other RA comes in.

this morning i was scanning participants' personal info into the system and checking the release and consent forms to make sure everything had been signed when i came across SOMEONE ELSE'S mistake. one of the people in this particular set i was scanning is 17, a minor. minors do not sign consent forms, they sign assent forms. even though we have her sig and her parent's sig, it's no good because it's on the incorrect form.
so i ran all over the building [in heels!] trying to find the principle investigator [PI] on the project because he's the one who interviews all these people and give the forms to sign. 20 minutes went by before i finally found him outside talking and smoking with 2 other people, and i asked if he would step inside so i could talk to him in private. he asked what it was about and then insisted it was fine to talk to him right there in front of the other people, so i did even though i knew it was very much illegal and unethical to do so. he told me the forms were no big deal and he'd take care of it today, and even applauded my attention to detail and thanked me for catching the error. hell, i even gave myself a pat on the back on the way back to my desk.

about ten minutes later, i'm still scanning away, not a care in the world when i get a call from the PI to come to his office. at first, i thought it was really odd because no one's ever called me into their office; they just send me memos. they don't care about the measly RA's. but then i thought since it was him, he probably didn't have time to call the participant back, and wanted me to do it. no biggie.

this motherfucker called me in his office to go off on me about how unprofessional i was with regards to the consent form ordeal. i let that dumbfuck say what he had to say, but i didn't leave that office without giving that shit right back to him and let him know he was the unprofessional one and to not ever speak to me the way he just did ever again. the look in his face?

priceless.

i really think he was expecting me to just cower and apologize relentlessly because i'm a female. uh uh. don't do me. i don't care who the fuck you are, i'm nobody's bitch and i don't kiss anyone's ass. respect begets respect. if you don't want me to call you on your shit in front of your colleagues, then don't fuck up and don't tell me it's okay to discuss something somewhere it obviously isn't.


i don't need this job; this job needs me.



and i'm super-annoyed with that heifer at wendy's for not putting any honey mustard sauce in my bag after i asked for it twice.

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