At my experiment I worked closely with an expert on my topic named Dan. Dan and I got along really well. At least I thought we did. We agreed on styles of doing things and we agreed about what was interesting. I liked working with him a lot. While I was teaching I get an e-mail that he was hiring. I was thrilled. What luck! I knew that I may not be the one who got the job, but still. Since Dan was one of the ones doing my recommendation letters, I had to find someone new. And that new person was...Helen, of course. I asked her to write a letter, and she asks for a meeting. OK. I get in there and it is the usual "bashing Marissa" party. I was told that, although I kind of got screwed by being forced out, it was my problem that I had to fix to get a job. She told me my thesis wasn't god enough to get a job. She told me that was an inconsistent worker. But the winning statement was...."We only signed your thesis because we felt sorry for you and you had a job." So:
Dear Committee,
I don't need your pity, and those are your signatures, not mine.
<3
Marissa
(Title: Take A Letter, Maria, Doug Stone)
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