Move over bacon, I’ve gotta bitch.
As some of you have heard me whine about in other threads, I’m trying to finish a thesis (it happens to involve undergraduate departments). I went the harder route than some of my peers, electing to collect my own data (designing a survey, mailing it out to faculty, politely begging for responses). It’s gone pretty well, actually, but it’s been expensive to do and it has sucked up a lot of my life over the past year.
I have been blessed with some very kind faculty who are willing to take the time out of their incredibly busy schedules to fill out the survey of a grad student they don’t know, from another institution, in a discipline with which they’re not affiliated. Some of them have even included kindly comments wishing me luck, or complimenting me on a well-constructed instrument, or apologizing sincerely for conflicts which prevent them from participating. God bless 'em, every one.
And then there are the exceptions.
I can’t say this to my committee, to my advisor, or to the respondents themselves because it would be unprofessional, but I can say it here. FUCK YOU. Fuck you for your prima donna manner, for your convenient memory that makes you forget what it was like when YOU needed data for YOUR fucking dissertation, and for your complete lack of respect for me in your shitty, small-minded, hostile comments. The latest gem ended with “This was a waste of time. I resented your long-winded, trivial questions.” Of course you’re entitled to that opinion oh dear assistant professor of chemistry from a large Midwestern University. I am sure you’re not the only faculty member who, particularly because you’re outside of the social sciences, questioned the uses to which my data would be put, or the nature of my questions. But did you have to share them in this manner?
Because you now have me feeling hurt and defensive, I will point out that for all its flaws (and I’m sure there are some) my survey was reviewed by numerous other faculty. My advisor went over it with a fine-tooth comb. Our human-subjects board also approved it. I pilot tested it among 70 faculty before I mailed it to your unworthy ass, and I even had a sit-down meeting with a professor of chemistry at (dare I say it) a significantly more prestigious university than the one you’re currently at, to discuss how the survey would be received by someone in your field. While you might not agree with his assessment of it (well, obviously you didn’t agree) it would have been nice if you could have thought about how I’d feel running across your rude shitty comment when I’m up entering data at 11:00 pm with a cold as I’ve been doing for hours. This ends an evening of eating a fast-food dinner, leaving the house a mess yet again, and pretty much ignoring my toddler, leaving Daddy to put him to bed. I’m busting my ass (well, as much as I ever bust my ass) to just complete the fricking requirements of this stupid degree and be done with it. You could have put a fucking sock in it, or better yet shoved my survey up your too-important-for-the-likes-of-me ass without returning it. It sucks to read snipy shit like that right now, okay? I ought to be able to laugh at your rudeness but just now, tonight, I can’t. Instead, I am stomping off to bed and I will fall asleep with visions of you accidentally dropping a vat of something very toxic on your lab notes, destroying several years worth of your latest research thereby imperiling your any chance at tenure. I am not sure you belong in a classroom anyway, you vile cunt.
Oh, and you other faculty who also were rude to me? Same goes to you. Fuck you, and you, AND you.