The smoking wreckage
Left in your wake suggests that
You can’t do my job.
Name: Paarl Mountains Cabernet Sauvignon
Review/notes: I hardly ever do any research anymore as maintaining the instrumentation is a full time chore, one that I’m reasonably good at. It is not especially hard but there are a lot of niggling details that, if ignored, can spell disaster. And, with the ego monsters here assuming that if I can do a task it can’t possibly be too hard for them to do, I find myself suddenly stuck purchasing 10’s of thousands of pounds in replacement parts AND listening to complaints that the repairs are taking so long (with the unspoken accusations that it is my fault it is taking so long and not their fault the work is necessary in the first place).
You can tell which ones are going to destroy something early on. They want to watch every fucking repair and ask poorly thought out questions that aren’t relevant to the task and then they roll their eyes and cop some fucking attitude when you tell them the instrument doesn’t actually work that way. Then they proceed to lecture you, who have built these from scratch since before they were in primary school, on how they have observed results that they think prove otherwise and fuck your fundamentals and first principles and your remit to care for this very expensive kit: I’m going to put a goddamn wrench on any piece of shit I feel like.
Red meat. Red wine. STAT!
[DT =Daily Tipple, explained in DT #000 here]