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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.

Today, I attained enlightenment while daydreaming in deep rumination over my career prospects. Well, sort of, anyway.

A. WHY I SHOULD PROBABLY QUIT MY JOB:

This notion struck me all of a sudden.

That I'm not cut out for my job.

I like my job, I really do. I like streaking the agar plates, I like looking at bacteria colonies and wonder why some appear pink and others appear yellow and why some stink like hell. I like the process of identifying unknown bacterial isolates - it makes me feel like a detective of some sort. Heck, I don't even mind digging shit out of sample containers on a regular basis.

It'd be absolutely wonderful if my job scope ends here. But hell, no.

I have to type test reports. I have to handle clients (i.e. the people who send samples for us to test), and I can only say some vets are in dire need of courtesy lessons. I have to write stupid WITS reports, and other stuff that are not related to my work.

And it's pretty hard for me to adapt to my lab because, well, I have zero experience in microbiology. My microbio knowledge is rudimentary at best, and the last time I've done microbiol work was during my first year in poly, which was eons ago.

What's worse is that most of my so-called subordinates are about the age of my mum and I'm supposed to 'supervise' them. How am I supposed to supervise them when they have started working in my lab while I was still going goo-goo-ga-ga-ing and crawling around in diapers? I still can't even identify a bacteria just by looking at its colony, for goodness' sake.

The worst part is that I know that my boss has high expectations of me, and I'm afraid I'll disappoint her. I know I will, eventually. Because I know my limits. I'm lazy, unmotivated, in a perpetual state of ennui, and dumb. I can't communicate well, and I stammer when I have to do presentations or talk to a group of more than 2 people. I guess I can't do much except to try my best and not get depressed, huh.

I'm feeling pissed with myself now. Great.



B. WHY I'LL NEVER GET PROMOTED:
I overheard my division head talking to another colleague of mine, on the importance of bootlicking to improve one's career prospects and therefore, get promoted.

I guess that's a pretty sad thing in itself - that one has to resort to bootlicking his/her superior in order to get promoted. I've always thought that promotions should be carried out on the basis of one's merits and abilities in work, and as a result of one's bootlicking skills.

Obviously I'm very naive, huh.

Now I'm curious to know if everyone in the top management got to their present positions by virtue of their working abilities, or through bootlicking. Hmm.

Anyway, on hearing my division head's statement, it suddenly became pretty apparent to me - that I'm unlikely to ever get promoted. I have absolutely no idea how to bootlick another person. Somehow, I can't bring myself to curry favour with my boss because I've always felt that it's degrading. And then I look around and I see this particular person chatting happily with the division head even though she insists that she hates talking to him - well, I guess she'll be promoted soon. Much faster than me, at any rate.

I guess my career prospect's half-screwed, huh.
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