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And I'm going to whine about it. So, I am the only research analyst on staff for the surgery department that I work for. I own ALL of the data. 5 days post my lap chole, my PI leaves this innocent list in my mailbox: "I need the following data on ALL of the surgery patients for the last year for a grant." This grant will pay for my salary for the next year... and so... I've been pulling down 14 hour days to get the data since then, because it has to be gathered by Monday.
My manager offered to stand over my desk until I get it done.
I'm just going to say it and get it off of my chest. I will never go into surgery, because I think surgeons are somewhat unhinged. It's understandable, given chronic, long-term lack of sleep they endure, but they are crazy people. And I know from crazy. No offense to the surgeons out there, (many of them are friends of mine), but from where I'm standing...
Ok, off to bed for me before I meet the same fate...
S.
My manager offered to stand over my desk until I get it done.
I'm just going to say it and get it off of my chest. I will never go into surgery, because I think surgeons are somewhat unhinged. It's understandable, given chronic, long-term lack of sleep they endure, but they are crazy people. And I know from crazy. No offense to the surgeons out there, (many of them are friends of mine), but from where I'm standing...
Ok, off to bed for me before I meet the same fate...
S.