You know, I know I complain about my labmate a lot, and I feel like I do it too much to y'all. But I need a place to vent it out more than anything, so please ignore the rantings if you aren't up to seeing it/advising about it.
Decorum seems to be lacking in the lab. While Emily smiles and waves hello to me as I walk into the lab today, the moment I sit down and say stuff is the moment she shuts off. She has no problems with anyone else, but with me she just quiets down. Before you ask, I don't stare at her tits, I don't flirt with her, I don't ogle her, I don't really care to stare at a married woman with no personality.
I just asked her how her weekend was. She described everything to me in full detail for a good 10 minutes, and then goes immediately back to typing on her computer. No response in kind, no reciprocation, no "How was yours?". She then starts humming and sighing like theres a lot of work for her to do (when there really isn't). I was sneezing, she doesn't say "bless you". If there's someone else here (especially our mentor) then she turns into a different person.
I didn't come in to work on Friday or even on last wednesday. I got fed up with listening to her/dealing with her. My mentor's always away and he has no idea what I'm doing anyway so his suggestions start getting diluted and don't match the present situation.
When I was about to leave today I hesitated, but I knew that shit was coming up, lab meeting tomorrow, so I gotta crank some work out. I can do it from home (remote logging/ SSH ftw), but since I was absent the last couple of days in the previous week, I thought it best to come.
Of course, no-one else is here, and I have to face her.
I also had to face the patronization of my other labmate Sarah the other day (who told me about how smart I was and how my GRE score was so much better than hers) when she told me how she got into University of Hawaii and I didn't. Fuck you Emily and Sarah.
This is why being nice and being a gentleman is outdated. Bitches like these don't deserve the good treatment. My future girlfriend and wife will get lavished with it, but not these ho bags.
I'm not an emotional PMSing kind of whiny person. No. Don't get me wrong. I'm a social outgoing and loving person and more than anything else I want to come to a workplace that doesn't feel like a yeast infected vagina. And I definitely have no tolerance for injustice. Yeah sure, ignoring me during conversation isn't a big deal and isn't a big injustice, but being treated differently because I don't have tits and a c-word is not fucking cool. And it's not just Emily that gives me that treatment here, it's fucking everyone.
So fuck you mentor, fuck you emily, fuck you sarah, fuck you breann, fuck all these motherfuckers.
I hope to God I get into a goddamned grad school, meet new people, and move on with the rest of my life because right now I feel like I'm confined. And I don't like that.
As per the suggestion of one of my best friends Liz, I have brought my camera here today and I parked my fucking car in the parking lot furthest away from the lab so I can walk through campus, listen to music and take pictures.
I might leave early just so I can do that.