This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.

Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Rock Star

I’m back from a fun-filled summer in the field. No, really this year was awesome! Why? I changed my strategy. I didn’t hire anyone! Amazing how much smoother things go. No, I didn’t do everything myself. I had help from some fabulous people who have been professionals in the field of wildlife for many years and are not wannabe rock stars. Have I told you that story? No? Well, I will.

After firing not one, but two employees in one day, I found myself in need of a tech. Unfortunately, when you’re hiring in the middle of a field season, the people who are still looking for jobs are still looking for jobs for a reason.

I should’ve known.

But I hired him anyway. Why not? Being a wildlife biologist was this kid’s dream! How could I rob him of his chance? This was his foot in the door.

Or in his case a good swift foot in the ass.

He didn’t last a month. He kept wanting nap time. I kid you not. He requested time to nap in the middle of the day. After I let him go—for reasons other than napping—one of my other techs told me that not 24 hours after this kid had arrived, he’d said, “I don’t want to be here. I wannabe a rock star.”

At least half his wish came true.

TSWB