One year after landing my dream job, the one I was really looking for, the one I wanted and fought to the mattresses for, I got a promotion.
When you're growing up, reading "Head of...", "Director of..." on your presentation cards means a bigger office, a secretary, a CM and a PR (actually, learning what those meant...) YAY!
Check, check, check, check...
What they never tell you is how you'll be working 24/7, having your entire life on your smartphone, arriving at the office when is dark, before the sun comes out and before everyone else; and leaving when is dark, after everone else is gone.
Learning to deal with people who want to have a fight with you just because... that's the part I hate the most.
My mom and dad keep telling my I can do it. My sisters say I've earned it.
I heard this voice on the other side of the phone saying:
Think about it Ñoñi, you have the power now; you'll be able to clean house and do all the amazing things you've always wanted to. You may work twice as hard, but the reward will be four---five times bigger! You're meant to do great things... don't run!
But I don't want to work in between confrontations!
I didn't attend 7 years of graduate school for this... but then again, that's what my last 2 years were about.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait--- I fought my way into two diplomas, in a foreing language, in a foreing country, ready to lose it all.
I wrote an entire thesis and took a professional degree test on the same week.
I worked two jobs while teaching a Master's class and never missed my yoga+spinning+swinning session and went dancing twice a week in 2 years.
I had the head of Graduate School apologize to me for that my ass*** advisor did to me.
This will be NOTHING compared to bitch-slapping H.Wei's lab.
I honestly had this epiphany while writting... it's true blogs are the psichoanalist you can't
affordcan't go to because it's past 8PM and you're still at the office finishing two presentations you're supposed to do on two different parts of the planet.