Shit hitting the fan

Omg… just omg. I can’t believe what has happened in the past two days. Yesterday morning I had a meeting with my daily supervisor to talk about my last two weeks as an intern. We had previously discussed how I would do a final preparation for two methylation plates. IF there was time. I had agreed to do it, IF there was enough time. As you may have read in my previous post I was quite surprised when she emailed me during my course. I hadn’t heard about the plates for a while, so I thought it wasn’t going to happen anymore. So I told her in the meeting that I didn’t have the time, it being all last minute. And BAM! 30 minutes later I get an email from my (head) supervisor, that if I don’t make those plates they won’t let me graduate (aka won’t give me a grade). What the hell?! I was completely surprised, shocked, overwhelmed, you name it! He just threatened me with falling my internship! And he told me I won’t be doing my final presentation this Thursday, but somewhere next week. Huh?! As you can imagine I was totally shocked, lost and shaking (I cried on the phone with my mum, it doesn’t get any more pathetic than that). I’ve never had an email that made me feel so threatened. So I contacted my parents and some people at the lab on what to do. But there really isn’t much I can do. I’m back at the lab, started yesterday by collecting the samples and today started taking samples from the stock. I asked my daily supervisor to help (which she had promised before, remember!!) but of course she was ‘busy’, so she sent another intern with 0.0000% lab experience. So I have to check her work tomorrow, because something’s aren’t right. It’s not her fault thought, she just got dragged into this mess. This isn’t even part of her job. I also made an appointment with my master coordinator, who was kind enough to schedule an appointment for next week from her holiday location. God, I love her right now. And, here is comes, I asked my (head) supervisor if we could discuss the matter tomorrow. He first tried to get out of it by suggesting a phone conversation, but that’s not going to happen now. I’m just totally appalled by his reaction. He’s a psychiatrist for God’s sake! What happened to communication?! And what did my daily supervisor say to him that made him blow up this way? Luckily, my lab supervisor, family, friends, and basically everyone I speak to convince me that it’s not my fault, and that he is totally out of line. You can’t threaten to let someone fail on a miserable little job, while the actual research report is already handed in (last Friday btw). It just feels like 9 months of hard work went down the drain. I was so sick of it, I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was looking forward to make these last two weeks relaxing and fun, but they’re full of frustration now. I just gotta suck up for another 8 days. And survive tomorrow. God, you have no idea how scared I am for tomorrow.

With love