I've had several different
FTE's, but one in particular stands out in my mind.
After I graduated college, I had a difficult time getting a job. Part of it was my inexperienced, entitled attitude. I was also upset about not getting a positive response from my 'dream job'. I tried a bunch of things. I also put some really dumb, irrelevant things in my various resumes. Things that, if I saw them today on the other side, I would immediately bin the resume for.
So, not happy with my job options but sitting on a 'good' job offer, I decided to pursue a PhD.
My professor wasn't even there for the summer. His guidance? Just read a bunch of white papers. For months. And do some programming of X.
It bored me to tears. I was rudderless and getting depressed. I thought most of the academic papers were bullshit about nothing practical (they were). I hated coming to the lab and working. I would dream of anything else. Entrepreneurship, a real job that paid 3x as much as graduate school, you name it.
One of the many things he told me was "You need to work on your thesis, but keep in mind, if you're lucky, only two people will read it. You, and maybe me if you're lucky."
Several things lead to my breaking point. One, was we had a meeting with another graduate student. He had already produced 3 actually useful, relevant papers. He was using a much less complex, off the shelf, software to test his ideas. He didn't have to use an obtuse, outdated Java based program that his professor had designed himself, like I did.
After the meeting, my professor said "don't worry about him...he's very smart". I gave him a strong WTF face. Who am I, then? Graduated top of my class, in a PhD program. Does that mean I'm not smart?
Then he asked me to work on something. I told him it would take me a month to do it his way, but less than a week if we just used the OTS software. To test the idea. He didn't care about it. He took my suggestion as a sign of disrespect and insubordination (he was the conservative Indian type boss).
That week, I decided I had enough. I told him I was quitting. I had no plan other than to desperately apply to jobs, I just couldn't stand him, his face, and the PhD program.
During the exit interview, he told me: "You know,
all of my white students end up quitting, but the Indians and Asians commit and stay the whole time." I chuckled.
"Oh, so we're going there?"
"Your Indians and Asians stick around and work for you because they have to.
They are slave labor. If they don't listen to you or they piss you off, you fire them and they get kicked out of the country."
"I don't have that problem. I can get a job that pays 3x as much, accomplish things that people care about, and won't have to write a thesis that nobody will read."
I actually ended up getting an interview with my dream job, but had a bunch of other 'interesting' things happen along the way. Moved across the country, and have been employed since.
He told me all kinds of shit that just wasn't true. He had spent an entire 2 years outside of academia his entire career. And that nobody without a PhD can ever design anything.
Hahahahaha.
Just for fun I decided to look up his salary because it's public record. I made more than him almost half a decade ago. That makes me feel fantastic.