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Things That Have Pissed Me Off This Week:

1) Loud Talkers. You know, the ones who sound like they’re purposely talking loud so everyone can hear their conversation. I don’t care that your kid likes the chocolate frosted cinnamon buns even though you think they’re revolting. 

2) People who lack self-awareness. This includes people who blog about not knowing what to blog about, people who report on Facebook that it is “Only Four Days!” until they get a new iPhone, people who post pictures of their new haircut as if people care, people who think that everyone cares about what they have to say, people who…

3) Ah, fuck. People. Just people.

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I thought about crawling under my desk today to see if people could still find me. I resent my boss for going on vacation, because while he’s enjoying the countryside of Ireland, I’m getting sick and handling things that my pay scale shouldn’t allow me to handle. I’m bitter about a lot of things, and would rather spend my days making pot roasts and baking cookies.

It’s time to get away. It has only been three months since our road trip, and I am already itching for the open road. Or something. Anything.

The impending holidays are already bumming me out. 

I’m tired. I’m worn. I’m bored. I’m not challenged. Or I’m challenged too much, I can’t decide. Maybe I’m not challenged in the right way.

Oh, first world problems. Wah, I have a job. Wah, I am busy. Wah, technology is annoying. Wah, let me whine to my blog.

What I need to do is stfu and start taking some pictures and losing myself in my darkroom. I need to stop whining and just spend the $1800 for two tickets to Germany. I need to buck up and do what is asked of me so I get a promotion come March. I need to remember that our generation is not entitled to things, like challenges. Sometimes, you have to work a repetitive job, even if that job does require a Masters degree in chemistry. Sometimes things aren’t fun. Sometimes things are hard. Sometimes you get sick. Sometimes your boss goes on vacation and leaves you in charge. Sometimes you have to do things that you aren’t comfortable with. Growth, and what not.

Eh. Doesn’t change the fact that I am a Cynical Cynthia today.

It’s days like today that make me really love my job.

I don’t know what I’m going to do when our company dissipates. I’m trying to picture a scenario in my head that even comes close to the work environment I have right now. I’m failing.

I’m using my degree. That’s first and foremost. I got a degree in something I love, and, luckily, it pays. I spend my days running reactions at a lab bench, wearing a lab coat, solving problems, and contributing to a project that could eventually be a cure for rheumatoid arthritis or cancer or heart disease.

I work with people I like. They have senses of humor. They understand sarcasm. And while we are not all 100% compatible in real life, we get along damn well in the lab. We joke about Bieber. We have “hypothetical question of the day”. We talk about workplace inappropriate things at lunch, and in the lab while we are getting shit done.

I have the Best Boss. He is a boss that can make things Happen. People listen when he speaks because he is smart and almost always right about what we should be doing or what direction our project should be heading. On top of that, he trusts me. He gives me a general direction to go, but lets me make my own decisions on what to make. And when I challenge him, he listens, whether I am right or not. He also understands that work is not the Ultimate Thing.

Today, for example, and the reason for this post, my boss declared that at 3, all work for the day must be complete because we were going on a field trip. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going. He wouldn’t tell me why. At 2:50 he was at my lab bench telling me that I better be done in 5 minutes.

My boss. The guy who is supposed to keep me working.

We left. Ten minutes later, we were at a bar in Cambridge. They were filming a documentary that had something to do with the Boston music scene. He knew I liked music, and especially the Boston scene, so he made sure he brought me along. We watched Jesse Dee play a couple of really awesome songs. We were filmed, since we were right up front. We drank a couple of beers. Then he made sure I got to Porter for my normal train. My boss.

I’m really, really going to miss this job when it’s gone.