Dr. Science is trouble. He says I'm in trouble because of this poster thing, but guess what? I am not going to worry about it. I think he's in trouble. For example, today I was supposed to turn in an abstract about the project I've been working on. I even wrote one that described the project and the work I've done on it, that being what was required and all. But—
"Oh, no! This will need to be rewritten. I will do it," says Dr. Science.
"If you'd let me know what you'd like it to say, I'd be happy to—"
"I already talked to the program director and told her I would turn it in. She knows I take a long time. I will see to this later," he continues.
"Okay." I send email to the director myself, just in case. And I'm not going to worry about the poster presentation either. Someone else is making up the poster and Dr. Science is going to decide what goes on it. By Monday. Hee! Monday. Like I believe that.
Evidently Dr. Science regards the poster/abstract/paper part of the internship as a means to promote his larger project and he has some specific aspects he wants to promote. I hope he tells me what they are before he props me up in front of the poster for project promotion purposes.
229 words | July 22, 2004 06:09 PM | Rocket science