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e sure to provide me with the worst training a company could conjure up.</h1><p id="f35c">They hobble together topics that I will never see beyond training with topics I won’t use for the first time for another three years with those I need to use for the first time next month with no practice allowed.</p><p id="81b2">The majority of my training has of course been on topics which are inapplicable. The least training that gets glossed over quickly is on the topics that are of vital importance to my job.</p><p id="5efd">The training only occurs in the middle of other important events that must be interrupted. If nothing important is going on to be interrupted, the training must be put off until it can interrupt something important. After all, I cannot be allowed to focus on the meaningless topic at hand under any circumstances.</p><h1 id="af81">My main job duty seems to be to wait to get caught fucking up.</h1><p id="a5c5">Considering the organizational structure and my place within it, that is just a matter of time. I make it a point of being at my home office computer by 8:30am promptly every day. Ten days out of ten, that has been unnecessary. You can bet, however, that the one day I show up at 8:40am, all hell will break loose.</p><h2 id="5243">My second main job duty seems to be to jiggle my mouse every 5 minutes.</h2><p id="f9b2">This proves that although I am at home, I am tied by an invisible chain to my desk. There is no wandering to the kitchen during working hours. The supervisory software program measuring my and everyone else’s job performance knows who is naughty and who is nice.</p><h2 id="77db">It’s a complete mind fuck. Corporate America just wants to dick me around and gaslight me into an early grave.</h2><p id="e830">That’s why they drug me back here against my will. That’s why they hired me. I was too happy when I wasn’t working for them. They were jealous. Now, I am paying the price for my former happiness.</p><h2 id="4847">Half the positions at the Company are vacant, yet somehow people still end up on the chopping bloc

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k.</h2><p id="82a3">The overriding theme of the corporate culture being force fed to us being that none of us are good enough to work here, or anywhere.</p><p id="7776">That must be their mission statement.</p><h1 id="5088">It’s sadistic, really. One of our clients makes 100 gazillion dollars a day.</h1><p id="1b13">They pay us, rather they pay <i>the Company</i>, an untold dollar amount to see how long it takes them to get us to push aside our ethics, twisting our skill set towards the dark side of the force to accomplish as much as we think we possibly can accomplish yesterday without alerting regulatory authorities to our money-making shady antics.</p><p id="1e55">It’s the latest thing in new drug development. Light speed technology. Get your new drugs approved before you’ve even discovered the chemical compound. Time travel applied to medical research.</p><p id="6599">It’s theory turned into reality. The donkey is now pushing the cart. <i>Imagine you had a drug trial.</i></p><p id="2eb5">Whichever brilliantly evil marketing executive dreamed up this idea must’ve gotten a multi-billion dollar bonus before getting shot in the head and dumped in the East River.</p><h2 id="a90b">Every company has their price to look the other way and competition is steep.</h2><p id="d2e1">Our obscenely wealthy patron/client knows this. I think they masturbate to this idea at night.</p><p id="766f">Our Corporate overlords must be orgasming something massive when they ponder what they do to the millions of peons beneath them like myself whose lives they manipulate, control, and destroy on a whim at a moment’s notice without a second thought.</p><h2 id="f534">They must know that they’re evil.</h2><p id="4e59">They must have resigned themselves to that fact. When you lie awake at night wondering how you can keep a little silver haired old lady alive just 2 weeks longer so you can snatch one last social security check from her arthritic hands before you allow her to die, adding her final $538 to your gazillions, you are most definitely evil.</p></article></body>

A Jaded Perspective on Drug Development in the Pharmaceutical Industry

They’ve always treated me with contempt. They must think I’m one of their test subjects.

What do they think they are doing? Do they have to act blatantly cartoonishly evil?

Shouldn’t they at least try to hide it?

Does it matter to them that I can tell they are condescending? Does it matter that I can see that they treat me as though I am an idiot? Does it matter, or are we passed pretenses now?

Corporate America meticulously set me up for failure from day 1, systematically dismantling my self-confidence while instilling in me a belief in my incompetence. I could complain about it, again, but who would listen, and what difference would it make?

The pharmaceutical industry turned against me long ago. When I started at this company, the Company, I didn’t know what would drive a company to hire someone just to set them up for failure. I’m starting to get the picture now.

Why should I bother trying? Why do I bother continuing to live through the disempowerment, my erasure, and neglect?

The point of dragging me back to the USA is becoming apparent.

They want to make sure I know that I am less than I am. They wanted to rip me away from my friendships, job security, comfort, and 100% health coverage. They wanted to make it clearly known to me that I am not worth it. They wanted to make it clear that no one hears me, that no one listens to me, that no one cares about me.

They wanted to make sure I know that I am no one.

They’ve made sure to provide me with the worst training a company could conjure up.

They hobble together topics that I will never see beyond training with topics I won’t use for the first time for another three years with those I need to use for the first time next month with no practice allowed.

The majority of my training has of course been on topics which are inapplicable. The least training that gets glossed over quickly is on the topics that are of vital importance to my job.

The training only occurs in the middle of other important events that must be interrupted. If nothing important is going on to be interrupted, the training must be put off until it can interrupt something important. After all, I cannot be allowed to focus on the meaningless topic at hand under any circumstances.

My main job duty seems to be to wait to get caught fucking up.

Considering the organizational structure and my place within it, that is just a matter of time. I make it a point of being at my home office computer by 8:30am promptly every day. Ten days out of ten, that has been unnecessary. You can bet, however, that the one day I show up at 8:40am, all hell will break loose.

My second main job duty seems to be to jiggle my mouse every 5 minutes.

This proves that although I am at home, I am tied by an invisible chain to my desk. There is no wandering to the kitchen during working hours. The supervisory software program measuring my and everyone else’s job performance knows who is naughty and who is nice.

It’s a complete mind fuck. Corporate America just wants to dick me around and gaslight me into an early grave.

That’s why they drug me back here against my will. That’s why they hired me. I was too happy when I wasn’t working for them. They were jealous. Now, I am paying the price for my former happiness.

Half the positions at the Company are vacant, yet somehow people still end up on the chopping block.

The overriding theme of the corporate culture being force fed to us being that none of us are good enough to work here, or anywhere.

That must be their mission statement.

It’s sadistic, really. One of our clients makes 100 gazillion dollars a day.

They pay us, rather they pay the Company, an untold dollar amount to see how long it takes them to get us to push aside our ethics, twisting our skill set towards the dark side of the force to accomplish as much as we think we possibly can accomplish yesterday without alerting regulatory authorities to our money-making shady antics.

It’s the latest thing in new drug development. Light speed technology. Get your new drugs approved before you’ve even discovered the chemical compound. Time travel applied to medical research.

It’s theory turned into reality. The donkey is now pushing the cart. Imagine you had a drug trial.

Whichever brilliantly evil marketing executive dreamed up this idea must’ve gotten a multi-billion dollar bonus before getting shot in the head and dumped in the East River.

Every company has their price to look the other way and competition is steep.

Our obscenely wealthy patron/client knows this. I think they masturbate to this idea at night.

Our Corporate overlords must be orgasming something massive when they ponder what they do to the millions of peons beneath them like myself whose lives they manipulate, control, and destroy on a whim at a moment’s notice without a second thought.

They must know that they’re evil.

They must have resigned themselves to that fact. When you lie awake at night wondering how you can keep a little silver haired old lady alive just 2 weeks longer so you can snatch one last social security check from her arthritic hands before you allow her to die, adding her final $538 to your gazillions, you are most definitely evil.