Yes. Finally. It's the weekend.
I can't believe I got through it really; this week the company was really quite the circus with just the 15 minutes tea snuck out at our secret lair (it's secret... so I'm not going to share with you where it is. No it's not the cafeteria) keeping you sane.
Spent most of the week doing stuff that needs to be done - that took up about 40% of my time. There is really no other direction in my line of work so most of it is self-motivated. Usually I would stare at textbooks and try to get the knowledge within to percolate into my brains for the remaining 60% of the time. This week, for some reason, the knowledge within decided that they were better off stuck on the products of dead trees.
They've got a point I guess.
I'm at this point which my boss describes as the "the mediocrity nirvana". The moment, when your realize, that no actually you're not going to even remotely be near winning the Nobel prize after all. Oh but before that, I need to introduce my characters.
Presenting: immediate Boss #1
T2000.001 (+/- 0.0005) Affiliation: None/allies
Powers: sort of a reverse-andriod, T2000.001 recently adopted humanity, just to "try it out". Nevertheless, this trial-period means that T2000.001 has severely limited emotional vocabulary, currently consisting only of cynicism, sarcasm and whimsy. Has stealth capabilities; forearms capable of transforming into a myriad of computational and mechanical tools and weapons. Severely territorial: you've been warned.
Level of confidence to allies (1 being most trustworthy, 5 being least trustworthy, allies automatically getting a 1): 3
I do like T2000.001 by the way. But anyway, it struck me that "this is it" and "i'm stuck in the company unless I do something about it." And then the whole barrage of questions hit.
Am I really into this whole R&D thing? Do I really want to do this job? Does this job pay off? Will this job pay off if I invest more of my life in it? Would Science be better off left to the * real * experts?
The last question worries me cause I look at the Saints and Demigods that dictate the direction in the company and if they are considered the real experts, then sign me up as a heretic.
AgentOrange screams at me: GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!
I don't know. I guess there's the weekend to mull over it and figure out stuff. And hopefully when the weekend blows over, there will be dowsing rods and magnets and sunshine.
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