My Growing Anger Makes Me Not Want to Work in My Lab Anymore (An Update)

I haven't been to class or the lab in four days. I've also stopped attending lab meetings. One reason is because I'm sick and depressed. Another reason is that I'm tired of several people I work with. I can't stomach their rudeness to me anymore.

Lest one accuse me of "hypersensitivity": I don't think it's "hypersensitive" to want a labmate who disdains me to stop interrupting conversations that I'm having with other labmates who do like me and pretending that I'm not present after she's hijacked joined the conversation by cutting me off mid-sentence. It's her prerogative to dislike me; it's not her prerogative to interrupt me when I'm minding my own damn business. Don't interrupt me when I'm talking every single day we meet; don't tell me your time is more valuable than mine; don't scream and call your colleagues idiots because our PI lets you get away with it; don't tell me that I'm not as smart as our PI's male postdoc when I haven't asked for a comparison and you're wrong anyway. I am talking about this kind of totally unnecessary behavior.

Oh, and I'm dreading Society for Neuroscience next month, because I foolishly agreed to be the roommate of someone from another lab who is also rude to me. I am doing her a favor, too. I was going to be the roommate of three labmates who like and respect me. I was looking forward to it. Now, I'm spending more of my travel money to share a room with someone who will make catty remarks without provocation and look me up and down for five days. I don't know why I didn't have the spine to say no.

My former mentor, Carl Lipo, has published a book on Easter Island archaeology that I will review soon. There are NOVA and National Geographic episodes to be aired on it, too! Stay tuned.

I haven't quit blogging, by the way. I like blogging. I just want to blog about something other than how pissed I am at people I work with. Clearly, I haven't figured that out, yet.