Science is supposed to be collegial, cordial, elegant, with manners … Or wait, you probably did not get that memo. Why am I writing this you ask? Well, because you just messed up with my friggin’ paper, my (now) former first author paper. Because this was supposed to be the crowning jewel of my achievements in grad school .. you just had to mess up with it. Thank you very friggin’ much. Not only did the BF had a (tiny) car accident yesterday and I almost had a heart attack when I found out … no, you HAD to make my day, my week, my friggin’ year, by stamping your name on top of the crowning jewel, and belittle it/me too. My friggin’ results that took ONE friggin’ year …. ONE year of my life, away from family, from friends, from people who love me, so I had to stay in grad school (a full year!) finishing it so in the end you would ONLY complain, move on with life and then stamp your name on the paper that I so painstakingly worked for. You just cut HALF of it, and stepped right over it without acknowledging my efforts, the efforts of my former lab, and possibly mess up a few friendships and collaborations in between. You get to keep most important position in the paper, even though you’ve been done with grad school for a number of years now.
Thank you friggin’ much. Thank you, seriously, for showing me how relevant universities like the all-powerful one where you got your degree from trains people. It reaffirms my opinion of it, of them, and of you. Thank you for showing me the nasty side of publishing, and how to step right over peoples dreams, and work.
Oh, Merry X-mas to you too!