PMS, Part III
It's amazing how some senior consultants can be so hands off and not lift any finger to help you problem-solve or give ideas, but after you've done all the work, the same people can be so fucking picky and fussy about details.
And it's also amazing how some cibai consultants, on smelling blood, or in this case possible publication material, suddenly hops on the bandwagon wanting to be co-authors. Kanineh chaucibai.... sang chai mou si fatt! (translation: you really don't want to know what it means. Trust me)
It's a game I guess.
You know it's helpful to have experts on your panel of authors to give the paper more credibility. One can call this a simbiotic existence; they get a free ride on your paper to add to their 200 publications, while you have some powerful names as co-authors.
Except in this case, the very same people who hopped on at the last minute are questioning my study protocol and validity of the results, and are talking my other consultants in to scrapping my manuscript. So, in a nutshell, I'm getting ass-fucked. And people ask me why I hate research.
Ed note: This has been the 3rd and final chapter in our PMS series. We hope you enjoyed the show. After our author has simmered down a bit, our regular broadcast of sex, lies, blood and medicine in general, will return.