my life, my pace

So part of my meager grad student salary is being paid for by a grant that belongs to someone else in the department.  And they’re having these stupid way-too-long-and-way-too-boring meetings once a month and once every six months (overkill if you ask me).  They talk about all this administrative stuff that doesn’t involve me at all, but I have to show up since I am being paid from it after all.  And my major professor is still out of commission, so he obviously hasn’t been attending these meetings.  Well, there’s one coming up next week and we all received an email reminding us of it.   My ass of a major professor responds stating for the 1600th time the reasons why he can’t attend (he’s a bit of an attention whore) and twists the knife in my back by saying that Teacher’s Pet will attend because she’s his new right-hand man, er, woman.  Um yeah, last time I checked, she isn’t even on this grant!  And if she’s going to keep him updated on this whole grant business, then why the hell do I have to go to this marathon meeting?!  It’s not so much that I want to be his bitch because that’s clearly what she’s become, but I’m angry that she has so blatantly replaced me as his favorite meaning he’s focusing all his attention on her, leaving me at the wayside to suffer in thesis purgatory forever.

So in honor of his asshole-ness and her kissing-ass-fake-niceness, my song for this week is: Get Set Go - You’re Gonna Die Alone.  Ugh, people like them just make me sick.

As usual, feel free to send me song suggestions here.