No puppy = Bad days.
Feb. 1st, 2006 03:01 pmThe power went off on my block for three hours last night. I
discovered that I have exactly one candle and no flashlight. And
of course, Episode 131 was on Adult Swim last night and I missed the
first run of it at 11:30 because now power means no anime. So I
stayed up until 1:30 so that I could reset all of my clocks (I'm a
strictly digital kind of girl, clocks with hands take too long to
decipher) and set up the DVR and the VCR to record the second
run. I didn't trust either on its own after the outage, so I
stayed up another half an hour worrying about it not recording.
So I am tired and not properly emotionally equipped to deal with crap
around my department today.
I would find the concept of people who are only respectful of quantitative work needing to conduct a qualitative study funny if it didn't offend me so much. You know, I've really tried to help out because I'm trying to find a balance between the two methods of study so that each can compliment the strengths and compensate for the weaknesses of the other. It's what I've been trying to focus on for a couple of years now. But still, if I try and say anything to these jackasses, I get the "What do you know; you're just a little girl who reads and knows nothing about the real world- eyeroll." This is then followed by the "I'll stop talking as you talk to me, but I'm not listening to anything you say because you know nothing- glazed look." Fine. Suffer, then. This is only going to end with you not even respecting your own work.
It's just becoming infuriating. And it's only the middle-aged or older men who give me the condescending attitude and look like they want to pat me on the head and say, "Aren't they cute when they think they know something?" My friend wonders why I want another gender-focused researcher around. I don't get this kind of shit from them, that's why. It seems to be the case that if they're not looking at it to begin with, they're ignoring it completely to the point they deny that differences even exist and walk around half blind to the "real world."
And because the puppy's with the parents, I don't even have him to come home to. It's so depressing that there's no one at the end of the day who's glad I made it home.
I would find the concept of people who are only respectful of quantitative work needing to conduct a qualitative study funny if it didn't offend me so much. You know, I've really tried to help out because I'm trying to find a balance between the two methods of study so that each can compliment the strengths and compensate for the weaknesses of the other. It's what I've been trying to focus on for a couple of years now. But still, if I try and say anything to these jackasses, I get the "What do you know; you're just a little girl who reads and knows nothing about the real world- eyeroll." This is then followed by the "I'll stop talking as you talk to me, but I'm not listening to anything you say because you know nothing- glazed look." Fine. Suffer, then. This is only going to end with you not even respecting your own work.
It's just becoming infuriating. And it's only the middle-aged or older men who give me the condescending attitude and look like they want to pat me on the head and say, "Aren't they cute when they think they know something?" My friend wonders why I want another gender-focused researcher around. I don't get this kind of shit from them, that's why. It seems to be the case that if they're not looking at it to begin with, they're ignoring it completely to the point they deny that differences even exist and walk around half blind to the "real world."
And because the puppy's with the parents, I don't even have him to come home to. It's so depressing that there's no one at the end of the day who's glad I made it home.