My Job

My job in the next week is to come up with the best story I possibly can to sell the boss when he gets back from vacation. I have to get over the fact that I want an apology from him for acting so much like a cunt after I did labmeeting quite recently. There will be a torrent of hatred.

There is no reason there will be a torrent of hatred unless I invite one from him by being resentful. We have a situation where people cannot communicate. People are pissed, I am one of the people and if I can stop being pissed then we only have one person pissed. I can stop him from being pissed by telling him a lovely story. There is still time to tell that story.

There is still time to develop that story. I have felt quite under pressure from ten days out thinking that there is too much to do for that story.
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In some respect I had quite a moment this evening when I thought that I had inadvertently sent an invite or notification to the boss via the google+ network. I sort of wish that I had, but its a better lesson than a reality.

My job is to come up with a great story. I have a good gene, now whats the sexiest angle I can some up with for the sell. Right now. I will read all the papers referring to the gene. Get it? There is a week left. That is a paradox. The government pays the salaries for medical residents here? That is a paradox. They work so many hours. But so do I. Is there really competition for these jobs? Yes.