Its inevitable. Every semester in graduate school brings on another group project. And every semester, I end up with at least one super turd in my group.
This is my last semester so I have found that I have even less tolerance for bullshit and super turds.
My current group is comprised of:
- Me – an awesome business analyst
- Another awesome girl who also works full-time
- A young turd
- A super turd
I really thought young turd was going to be enemy #1 because he rattled off some bullshit excuses as to why he hardly has free time to work on the project. No really – he basically said he can’t contribute much to the project.
But even so – I can deal with someone not contributing more than an overzealous super turd.
Just to keep things simple, I’ll condense this story to the following bullet points:
- We are working on a real world project (a company commissioned my school to perform testing, data analysis and design).
- Another group from another class working with another professor (the one that owns the project) are also working on this project.
- Our professor is working with the owning professor. Our professor told us, for simplicity’s sake, to deal directly with her.
- Super turd elected ME to be “team leader”. Basically, I was asked to coordinate communications amongst the group, compile final documents and send them to our professor.
Over the weekend, I had sent our professor a document from our group to review. Super turd, against what our professor told us to do, sent that same document to the OTHER professor. I thanked him but reminded him what our professor said and to keep things simple, let’s continue following our professor’s instructions.
So that turned into a back and forth where he finally berated me (over e-mail) and said, “What are you trying to do to the team.” And then instructed me to “move forward with important tasks“.
Oh hell to the no.
Even so, I talked to my professor to clarify what we’re supposed to be doing because maybe I really was wrong. But I wasn’t. I was right.
Regardless, our professor told us we needed to coordinate with the other team for meetups and such. Because super turd had pissed me off beyond belief, I said that in the best interest of the team (since I was clearly upsetting some folks) – I was stepping down from coordination.
Again – I don’t need the bullshit.
So this is what super turd writes to me:
Please continue with your good work and coordinate the team as usual, OK, be a darling. Don’t be a Palin, ha ha ha, just a joke as Sarah Palin quit her job in Alaska.
Since you already have our availability list, I think you can arrange some dates with the IS 805 team.
What.the.fuck. I’m not sure at what point I became his secretary? And be a darling? BE! A! DARLING?!
I’m trying to calm down and not take things so personally but be a darling? Are you fucking kidding me? I am fuming just typing that. I know I’m taking it a wee bit personally but fuck that bullshit.
I want to tell him, “why don’t you be a dear and fuck off?”
Ugh… I need to be mature… I need to be mature… I’m trying to repeat that mantra so get through this but I really just want to punch him in the face.