SPIT.
Since this is one of the last places I have anonymity, I'll just get it off my chest. Not drinking related, sorry.
I have an evaluator. Who chaps my ass, ALOT. I got asked to submit an article. I DID. What did he do? He submitted it over my head and over the head of the BIG BOSS, who is now a little disappointed that the publication didn't come from her office.
Where the fuck does he get off? Seriously. He makes me so mad I could just spit.
Whenever I see him, he says, "Well, when I was in charge..." and then goes off on some completely unrelated BULLSHIT that doesn't do me a damn bit of a good. Not even a little bit. Constructive criticism I can take? But just flapping of the lips? SHUT UP!
When I presented a new program I would be introducing, I got a little e-mail about grants. Now, why would I need money if I ALREADY have the program? ARGH!
I want to spit. OR shake him very very hard. I listen to you. Please listen to me.
I have an evaluator. Who chaps my ass, ALOT. I got asked to submit an article. I DID. What did he do? He submitted it over my head and over the head of the BIG BOSS, who is now a little disappointed that the publication didn't come from her office.
Where the fuck does he get off? Seriously. He makes me so mad I could just spit.
Whenever I see him, he says, "Well, when I was in charge..." and then goes off on some completely unrelated BULLSHIT that doesn't do me a damn bit of a good. Not even a little bit. Constructive criticism I can take? But just flapping of the lips? SHUT UP!
When I presented a new program I would be introducing, I got a little e-mail about grants. Now, why would I need money if I ALREADY have the program? ARGH!
I want to spit. OR shake him very very hard. I listen to you. Please listen to me.
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