You were cruel to me,
rancorous in singling me out.
As I worked more and more,
in excess of 80 hours each week,
you advised me to seek counseling
instead of treating me with respect;
you contributed to my waking dread
through every sneer and disdainful stare
and howl during weekly face-to-face dress-downs.
I don't know why you needed to treat me
like dirt--if it was the pressure of being
a new faculty member, or the shadows cast
over you by your partner and other young faculty,
or if it was the stress of motherhood in the academy,
but it showed me a wonderful way not to treat
any person I will ever come into contact with,
especially those in my care or supervision.
Investigation capability in spades does not make
one kind or understanding or capable of managing
effectively. I only wish that I had not worked in your lab.
I could have learned what I did with significantly less pain
and without worrying that my confidence would be ruined
forever. A shame you needed to crush my dream with your insecurities.
Wrinkles like these don't quickly smooth--don't fade with time.
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