Asjian

Being an Asian daughter in an Asian family for twenty two years, one would think that I would have learned by now that parental appraisal is far and rare and should not be expected in any situation.

Yesterday, I was at work, and the lab manager came up to me and offered me a prospective job after I graduate to continue to work in the lab as a full time employee. Though the offer was prospective and still in the works (it had to be approved by the big boss); but the fact that she came up to me and offered me a job just because she approved of my work--that feeling itself was big affirmation to myself and the effort that I have put forth into my work. I didn't have to ask for a job! Some one gave me one....sort of like what Dr. Michelle Au said in her blog "okay...give me job. Pay me too! That is very nice." Awesome possum to the extreme! Well I thought so until I called my mother to tell her the good news.

ME:
"mom! I got a job!"

MOM:
"What? Why would you want that? Does that mean you aren't going to med school anymore? You probably should study harder and not take that."

ME:
"er...Huh?"

MOM:
"I don't like it."

ME:
"Okay. I'll talk to you later."

click--phone line goes dead

ME:
"......>cries a little inside<......"

And later last night...we didn't talk at all. I talked to my dad, but he didn't mention anything about my job offer, I am assuming my mother hasn't told him yet. Not exactly looking forward to that conversation with him either.

Sigh. I guess for now I will just pat myself on the back, and dive back into work.