Two peeves and a pleasure.
Sep. 3rd, 2003 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I came into work this morning to find a "Congratulations, Doctor!" sign on my door and a "Ph.D." appended to the nameplate beside the door. Also, the "while you were gone" note from our research assistant managed to work in the phrase "Dr. Wald" three different times. Yay, Lydia and Javi.
Now for the peeves:
(1) You should not ask someone with a new Ph.D. whether they're going to do a postdoc or take a "real job." As people working 60+ hours per week at their postdocs can surely attest, a postdoc is a "real job" in every sense of the word.
(2) It is unlikely that someone who has just spent eight years of her life earning a Ph.D. will be amused by the idea that Ph.D. stands for "[shit] Piled Higher & Deeper." Which part did you mean, the congratulations or the insult?
Okay, maybe I'm oversensitive, but sheesh.
Now for the peeves:
(1) You should not ask someone with a new Ph.D. whether they're going to do a postdoc or take a "real job." As people working 60+ hours per week at their postdocs can surely attest, a postdoc is a "real job" in every sense of the word.
(2) It is unlikely that someone who has just spent eight years of her life earning a Ph.D. will be amused by the idea that Ph.D. stands for "[shit] Piled Higher & Deeper." Which part did you mean, the congratulations or the insult?
Okay, maybe I'm oversensitive, but sheesh.
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Date: 2003-09-03 07:06 am (UTC)You have done truly nifty and huge amounts of work. And will, I'm sure, keep doing it.
People who don't get that, or don't get that insults do not generally make good congratulatory compliments... well, have no clue. Their loss.
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Date: 2003-09-03 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-03 07:21 am (UTC)As for the two peeves... some people just don't have a lick of sense. Y'know?
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Date: 2003-09-03 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-03 07:25 am (UTC)And yes, Yay Lydia and Javi.
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Date: 2003-09-03 07:31 am (UTC)Very classy :)
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Date: 2003-09-03 07:37 am (UTC)I had to tell one of my partners to stop making "do you want fries with that?"-related comments about my being on the academic job market for positions in liberal arts this fall. He thought those jokes were hilarious. I thought it was pretty darn rude to imply that I've spent six years of my life at a "play job" training to work at minimum wage.
So. Um. Not just you.
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Date: 2003-09-03 07:55 am (UTC)Still, as a sort of practicum or internship, they're invaluable in some fields. A postdoc with one of a field's leading-lights is probably worth the investment.
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Date: 2003-09-03 07:58 am (UTC)Ooh, I agree with you about those other comments. Clueless and inconsiderate. You're not oversensitive.
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Date: 2003-09-03 09:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2003-09-03 09:23 am (UTC)Yayboo
Date: 2003-09-03 09:25 am (UTC)Boo to idiots telling old, cheap jokes. You worked your ass off for that Dr. at the end of your nameplate.
Release the stompy boots of behavior enforcement!
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Date: 2003-09-03 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-03 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-03 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-04 06:57 am (UTC)If Omega had said that to me, I'd have gritted my teeth, rather than asked for clarification, because I think she was just being clueless -- it mostly would strike me as off because it's what you say to someone starting a PhD, not someone achieving one -- or as various people have said, it's what people say themselves in the middle of one. It's out of season.
The problem with asking for clarification is you get what was said afterwards, and that was spiteful and mean spirited and the more you say the more it appears you can't take a joke -- which is why joking isn't funny unless it's consensual.
The problem with *not* asking is that you sit there being miserable -- that's what happened to me on usenet when my first novel came out and you may remember what happened to the possibility of my innocently squeeing over it. People get so into scoring points they forget other people are people.