My hackles are raised, the red flag is up, my spidey-sense is tingling, there’s a disturbance in the force, my hair is standing on end, shivers are going down my spine, someone is dancing on my grave, and other assorted folksy idioms.

The new VP of Lab Services has handed me (via other people, so he doesn’t get his hands dirty) a new Prime Directive: starting January, I am to focus on weekly training sessions for two different departments.

Fuck.

Training people is my least favourite part of my job. For the last couple months I’ve been working on special projects and kicking all kinds of ass at it – but now that the new VP is in charge, I’m being taken off those projects and made to toil in the fields to come up with lesson plans and apple polish.

There are other issues, too: I’m leery of the new VP. Since he started, he’s worked with every manager except me – and while my direct boss tells me I’m still a manager, I don’t get the face time and instead get things passed down to me via other people. It’s a little difficult to verbalize why I feel so uneasy about this whole thing, which makes it hard to talk to my boss about it – he’s a cool guy, but I can’t walk into his office and say “so hey boss, I’m feeling left out and kind of weird about the new VP guy who doesn’t seem to think I’m worthy to talk to directly like he does with every other manager”. Or .. maybe I can. That seems to be the gist of it, I guess. Time to have a meeting with the boss .. should be fun.

I woke up 14 years old and need to bitch about my mother in the worst way, but I will handle only one existential crisis at a time. Instead, as requested, here are my new Docs:

mmm mary jane docs