Part of me wishes that my grad student had never explained my boss to me so thoroughly. He holds him in very low regard, is very bitter about past experiences and hardly misses an opportunity to tell me so. I'm starting to think I'm getting brainwashed, but most of me knows that much of what my grad student tells me is true. It's disheartening--more so than almost anything has ever been for me. Part of me, I have to admit, enjoys the camaraderie that has spurred from these lengthy discussions on my boss's character. You see, I'm really leaning on the fact that this grad student is actually committing some time to me, getting me out of my chair, pitching ideas and projects to me, teaching me about things that matter. If anyone is my mentor, he is. And, as I've banded together with him, it unfortunately puts me in a position that leads me further in opinion from my boss. Anywho, I'm sick of writing about how disappointed I am in him. I'm going to stick with it until summer's end at least--after that, I promise nothing.
I'm sleepy, I'm hundreds of miles away from where I want to be the very most, and the house is dark and bed beckons. Adieu, my friends. Sweetdreams.
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Hey, this is the guy who works down the cubicle from you. I'm really sorry you are having a hard time at work. I just started a blog a week ago and I saw you had one on your facebook. If you are ever extra bored you can come chill at my desk. Oh and if this blog is supposed to be private then i'm sorry for barging in.
I think it's probably early for you to be completely jaded about your mentor. I can't think of any almost-ready-to-graduate PhD students that I've know that weren't jaded about their advisors. It's something about getting paid nothing to work endless hours and worrying constantly about whether conditions that are largely out of your control will wreck your experiments. Use your knowledge to manipulate for good or for awesome, bwah ha ha :-)
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