The future of this newsletter
Get in losers, we're going crazy.
You can support my work by becoming a subscriber (paid would be awesome). In return, I’ll be your buddy and write special posts just for you. I might even be able to devote more time to check for typos n shit.
Writing has saved my life on more than one occasion. When I was a kid, I’d write away all the chaos and pain, and it looks like it still works. As some of you may be aware, I recently left my corporate job to focus on writing and not wanting to kill myself. Yeah, I did a whole ass Ph.D., had a career in biotech, and now I’m what, an artist or some shit? So be it. I wouldn’t change a thing. I encourage everyone to do whatever it takes for you to not wish to die every day.
Although I’ve been entertaining calls from dozens of recruiters, I can’t bring myself to move past a phone call with the robo-managers I speak to. It’s the same shitty circus with a different set of corporate clowns. I almost told an HR lady to go fuck herself a couple weeks ago when she started talking about something she obviously read in theory but had no idea about in practice. I can’t do it. I can’t take a $200, $300, $400k compensation package to (barely) use my knowledge and scientific skills to find and finesse the best doctors in the world. Go fuck yourselves.
I started this newsletter almost 9 months ago recently opening this up to paid subscribers but haven’t really asked anyone to subscribe because… well, I find it gross. The contradiction of turning down that kind of money to ask strangers for $6 a month is fucking absurd. So, this is me (not) asking you to be a paid subscriber.
As long as I exist I will continue to write, but if you’re (not) paying me, I’m happy to apply my skills as a shill in your direction. Certainly not as another corporate shill, but I’m willing to use my brain to further the interests and suggestions of real human beings. The trials will run without me, the drugs will sell and get approval or not, but no one is going to write about the shit I see if I don’t. I’ve seen a lot, and have a decently broad and deep level of experience for a 35-year old woman. So, give me suggestions or not. Pay me or don’t. Read my shit, or eat a dick.
Either way, Imma keep writing for my fucking life over here.
