Men Bitches

As you may know, I entered the training one week later and there were already established teams for two different research subjects. I chose the Trauma Brain Injury project one, because I met its team member first. Bad choice, I thought for these past weeks. At first, I thought it would be more relax with 2 guys and 1 one girls. Geez, I've encountered what I now call 'Men Bitches'. They are not bastards...and not jerk enough for me to label them this way. However, they complain every morning about the same thing like no tomorrow. Hey, we're not happier than you guys to be here, but please, just do your job and shut the hell up. I, too, thought that it was forever over to give baths or to pick up poops...but no, we have to do that all over again. One of them keep on saying how exhausted and pissed he is cuz he had just worked 44 hours within 3-4 days. I used to just nod, but it's annoying to always hear the same complains, so I asked him, even if I already knew the answer, "well, why do you have to work so much?" "I had to exchange some days to have my vacation days later." "Ok...so that was your choice, got to live with it." The other guy just follow the previous guy ideas. I have nothing against them knowing each other beforehand or even working together in the same hospital, but geez, be a man and have a backbone. I can't stand men without a backbone...no matter how candy looking they are.

On almost top of this, our research project is not making big steps enough and the teacher always has new ideas that she wants us to add into our project. My girl partner and I think that it is just pure time losing to meet up every Thursday's morning, for all the guys have to say is, "let's split the project into parts." Well, that can be done at home. They do everything else beside advancing into the writing project. We don't need a PowerPoint now, that can be done at the end. Hell no, they need to do that now. PP is easy...I can do that at 3am if I have the content. Why not build its content first?

Apparently, the teacher had told them that we don't have to bulid a questionnaire...but in the end, the same teacher has requested us to. Then, one of the guys had asked the McGill research responsible woman to distribute the questionaire on the unit for us to which she had agreed to do, because we are on the unit only two days per week, which is more than enough to hang us upside down. Today, I received a call from my teacher starting with, "I got a call from the hospital to call me back. What did you ask Lisa ( research woman) to do?" That creep me out for two seconds. I thought I forgot to do something before leaving. Well, I call to my guy partner back, and that Lisa told our teacher that she feels very disappointed, because we had dared to ask Lisa such a thing. Geez, why the hell did you accept to do it then? What's with this backstabbing issue? You could have said no, we didn't ask you to build the questionaire for us. Those are real bitches.

Have you notice how frustration can make me cursey these days? On the cherry top of these, my to the St-Jean trip is cancelled, because my vacation week and my friend's don't match... Remember how I said I need to get away? Well, I'm very very serious about it. I have a feeling that my august vacation will also be a flop, because even if Kim works 9h per day for the last year, she never has money. Hopefully, my other friend can make it.... Oh god. Anywhere away from the city, I'd be happy with only 4-5 days. It is a good thing we are contracted to 7 days of work per 15 days so we can always manage to have one week off out of nowhere.

All right, those guys aren't that bitchey. Once he knew I was upset with the homework related to stage, he tried to give me a hand. Outside of the work world, they would have made good friends.