The worst feeling in the world is taking orders from someone you don’t respect.
But honestly though, I know I’m at an entry level position but the work I’m doing here is not even close to being research related. I’m a mother-fucking-paid intern. Ugh. Every email I get from her makes my eyeballs bleed, seriously. For example, this morning I received an oh so welcoming email once I reached my desk at the office.
"Mary — can you take care of our Bellevue Mailing Flow —In /Out
Ask John. We need to prepare – our mailing system here
at Bellevue . … Investigate — make sure – we have a smooth transition
when Rivergate closes in Dec 2013.”
1. She can’t even type in sentences, her thoughts are so scattered and in fragments that the only way she can convey herself is through these stupid dashes.
2. Bellevue mailing flow? For some background info we are currently closing our Rivergate office where ALL of our mail used to go, so now we are trying to get the mail to come to Bellevue. But still, “investigate”? Who’s John? Do I look like some sort of Sherlock Holmes? Did my Bachelor of Science suddenly turn into some sort of detective badge? If she doesn’t know how the mailing flow works how am I supposed to know? She’s the one that’s been here for 8 years, not me. So ridiculous.
We have a registry at our site regarding rare diseases and we recently had a visit from the sponsor to go through the data/consents to see if all the data correct and whether all the consents had been administered properly. My supervisor forwards me the email from the sponsor that noted all the inconsistencies of the consents. THERE WERE 66 CASES WHERE THE CONSENTS HAD ISSUES. WHAT.
Along with the email, she includes this message:
Can you identify those ID #s referred in this email? Please do your best to have the patients coming in their visits
Address the issues.
Wut. 66 different patients? Address the issues? Is it really as simple as addressing the issues? A better question is, why weren’t these patients properly consented in the first place? Where were you for that? Ugh.
Last but not least, my supervisor seems to think not only that my alter ego is fix-it-Felix and Sherlock Holmes, but in addition I am a housemaid as well. I was instructed to “clean/organize” one of the new rooms that we were acquiring. Bitch, I don’t even clean my own room, why the hell am I the one that needs to clean the office?????????????????
What is life. I just want to do some research. Actually not even that, I just want to learn something. Help me, dear lord.