Several years ago, I offered one of my best techs the opportunity to get his Masters degree. He jumped at the opportunity. Smart boy. But when I realized the project may not work, I decided to give him a backup project…just in case. When I told him about my brilliant idea, he flew off the handle. Instead of understanding the project was flawed, he heard, “You’re simply not good enough to do it right.”
Though I explained things to him over and over, he could not be reasoned with.
So what did I do?
Like the mature woman I am, I quit speaking to him.
Not my brightest move considering we were camping.
Just the two of us.
For days.
Stories about being a wildlife biologist. They'll make you glad you're not a wildlife biologist. And if you are a wildlife biologist? They'll make you glad you're not me.
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 This is NOT peer-reviewed.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.
Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.