Tuesday February 22, 2005

Career forcast

I have a feeling that in another month or two I'll find myself complaining about some other job and some other boss. I've been working at Pleveland Plinic* for a few weeks now, and already my cheating eyes are scanning the classifieds with intense interest. I'm just not happy here.

I realize now that at my last job I was very, very spoiled. I did something I loved, spent my day with people I could at least tolerate, went to conferences and co-authored scientific articles, learned new things daily, and had a boss that cared more about my mind and my abilities than the clothes I chose to wear.

I also had a nifty title, a small crew of assistants, and a wonderful going-away party. Too bad it was a contract job, and I had to leave. Maybe I should have opted for grad school right off the bat, instead of getting a job I don't like and coming home so irritable.

* Name changed to protect my (grrrrrr) employer.