Thursday, January 15, 2015
SO very sad: when a once-respected colleague goes bad
It is SO sad whenever a once-esteemed colleague drinks the Kool-Aid, and their once fine mind becomes invaded by an alien presence. My department is on the verge of mutiny to demand that our current Chair either step down or walk the plank---and frankly, making him walk the plank at the end of a sharp object would be much more fun---and the semester has only just started. He's always had a knack of making a good first impression, but he's a lazy tenure-abuser whose research dried up years ago and who's trying to stick us remaining productive faculty with his job of writing our department review, now 3 years late, not that any of the administrators who are bellowing for it will ever read the stupid thing.
His case is bad, but come to think of it, he probably never truly did deserve the degree of respect we gave him: he just had a talent for looking good. MUCH more painful is when a colleague who once had genuine merit starts advocating sitting in a circle, holding hands, and singing "Kumbaya" as a method of teaching inorganic chemistry. AND NSF IS PAYING FOR IT.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to HURL. I know that it's possible to hurl for much longer than after when one thinks one is finished. When I do get done, though, I am going to be more determined to write that grant proposal for ACTUAL research.
P.S. Like my new graphic? I drew it myself! I know, it still needs a plastic pocket protector, and some bloodstains, of course.