ok serious bad shit
Sep. 6th, 2002 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arachne8xSo my advisor asked me how my trip to WHOI went yesterday. And I told him the good news. And he said so you are transferring then?
And I said yeah. He said well you were supposed to TA two classes. And I said I didn't know that no one told me. And he said well I am telling you now.
Then he said if I was going to transfer I should do so immediately. And that the department would not want to pay for me to finish the masters. That I had taken too long to do it. And that he didn't want me to do it for a generals project.
So now I am kinda screwed. The people at WHOI don't know if they can fund me this semester. The director of my lab today saw no problem with this arrangement. And now this dickhead will not work with me.
I knew this would backfire. I knew that somehow it wouldn't work. But I was trying to be optimistic. He pretended to want what is best for me and be interested in my success. Now he is acting offended like I knew he would.
Dammit. So now I don't know if I have funding and at best I have to start completely over with my research. And I have him against me.
He is a maniac. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that he has some kind of mental disorder. I mean the man said on tuesday that maybe I would be happier working with someone else and now he pulls this?
He even said on wednesday that he thought me transferring to WHOI might be good. He acted all supportive. Kept saying he wanted me to be inspired and successful.
All week he has been telling me he wants me to go to him for help and that that is why I am unsuccessful. And today I did go to him for help before he asked me about Woods Hole. And then when I asked him he said you and John, the postdoc, figure it out. Why haven't I been coming to him? I wonder!
I feel like going to the department head, but I am afraid to make matters worse. I shouldn't have had to put up with this though. I wish I had taken a tape recorder so that I would have evidence of the way he has been treating me. Its just hearsay if I say anything.
I was so happy and now I am so fucked.
I hate him. I really hate him.
And I don't know why fate keeps playing me these cards. I must have done something really awful to deserve all this shit.
And I said yeah. He said well you were supposed to TA two classes. And I said I didn't know that no one told me. And he said well I am telling you now.
Then he said if I was going to transfer I should do so immediately. And that the department would not want to pay for me to finish the masters. That I had taken too long to do it. And that he didn't want me to do it for a generals project.
So now I am kinda screwed. The people at WHOI don't know if they can fund me this semester. The director of my lab today saw no problem with this arrangement. And now this dickhead will not work with me.
I knew this would backfire. I knew that somehow it wouldn't work. But I was trying to be optimistic. He pretended to want what is best for me and be interested in my success. Now he is acting offended like I knew he would.
Dammit. So now I don't know if I have funding and at best I have to start completely over with my research. And I have him against me.
He is a maniac. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that he has some kind of mental disorder. I mean the man said on tuesday that maybe I would be happier working with someone else and now he pulls this?
He even said on wednesday that he thought me transferring to WHOI might be good. He acted all supportive. Kept saying he wanted me to be inspired and successful.
All week he has been telling me he wants me to go to him for help and that that is why I am unsuccessful. And today I did go to him for help before he asked me about Woods Hole. And then when I asked him he said you and John, the postdoc, figure it out. Why haven't I been coming to him? I wonder!
I feel like going to the department head, but I am afraid to make matters worse. I shouldn't have had to put up with this though. I wish I had taken a tape recorder so that I would have evidence of the way he has been treating me. Its just hearsay if I say anything.
I was so happy and now I am so fucked.
I hate him. I really hate him.
And I don't know why fate keeps playing me these cards. I must have done something really awful to deserve all this shit.
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Maniac Professor...
Date: 2002-09-06 03:00 pm (UTC)Simple solution. Plant about 10 kilos of heroine in his trunk. Call cops.
Problem solved ;)
Seriously, filing a formal complaint might not be a bad idea. Even if nothing comes of it, it will be on file for when he dicks with the next grad student...and the one after that. That's assuming he hasn't pulled this kind of shit before - chances are, he probably has.
-Wendi'igo
Complaint is in order
Date: 2002-09-09 05:39 am (UTC)Good luck with your Masters - it will all work out. It has too.