Tuesday, May 5, 2009

a letter of frustration

sometimes, most of the times, all the time...
i wished you hadn't come
i wished you hadn't join
you stepped in, and on your second day, you were already tagging around
asking of all that i've done in the past year

taking in everything with pure critiscm


but i remained silent

i only kept it inside
because i respected you

yes, you are my "junior" but i respect you for you being a mother of three

for you being probably more than a decade older, a decade more experienced maybe


but i wished you gave me back the same respect that i have given you throughout
i wished you had considered my feelings

we all want to finish this and want to get that round mortar hat

we wish to be called a dr in the near future
soon

but have you ever beared in mind, that i came in a year earlier than you?
how am i supposed to run my work, when you are in my place, using my workstation, using my equipments, and using up the consumables that i've ordered?

why are you delaying me, when you only probably might delay yourself in the end?


here i am sitting at my office, waiting for you to run your unnecessary experiments, while hoping that you finish soon enough to save some time for me for the rest of the day...
and definitely hoping that you clean up thoroughly, so that i dun carry your contaminants into my sample analysis...

here i am, sitting at my office, sulking in frustration.




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