Dear Dr. ___,
I received your forms and the forms of your coauthors, but they did not fill out the forms correctly [ did not check "yes" or "no" under the conflict of interest section]. I will need you to resend their forms. Thank you.
Sincerely,
A.C.
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(From Dr. ____)
CAN YOU NOT JUST CHECK no?
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Dear Dr. ____:
Unfortunaltely, no. I cannot fill out the forms; they must be filled
out by the authors.
Thank you,
A.C.
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(From Dr. ____)
Ok, you can send them emails. They can do the marking and fax it back
today.
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Dear Dr. ____,
As corresponding author, you are to take responsibility for the forms of all of your coauthors. It is not my job to obtain these forms. You can either obtain the forms, filled out correctly, or I can pull your manuscript from publication. You choose.
Sincerely,
A.C.
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(I didn't really send that last one)
***UPDATE***
I got this great idea to forward the snotty emails to the other authors when requesting their signatures. Dr. ___ may have gotten his way in that I ended up doing his work for him, but his coauthors got to see how much of a tool he can be. Yahoooooo! I win!
Showing posts with label What's wrong with you???. Show all posts
Showing posts with label What's wrong with you???. Show all posts
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I'm sure you've heard about...
the teen pregnancies in Gloucester, Massachusetts. I read about it a couple of weeks ago and I was pretty horrified. I don't know, though, what horrifies me most about it...
When I was 9 years old, the boy who lived next door (also 9 years old) convinced me to fool around with him. We went out to the hunting blind in my neighbor's yard and I let him touch me, for a very long time. It felt wrong, but I did it anyway, because (and I'm still like this) I have a hard time saying no to people. I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
Later that same night, an ocean of guilt washed over me and, paralyzed by shame and fear, I let hot tears roll down my face while my mother listened to me and rubbed my eyebrows until I fell asleep.
The shame I felt over that incident was enough to keep me away from any sexual experience until I was 16 and to hold on to my virginity, in a vice-like death grip, until I was 20. I have no regrets about that...I waited until I knew I was ready.
When I think about 15 year-old girls being pregnant and probably scared and probably completely ignorant of the responsibilities they'll face, I can't help but wonder what the hell is wrong with the world.
Do these girls want something to fix them? Do they not feel loved enough? Do they think it's cool or mature or interesting? Or, are they really ready for children? Do they know, at such a young age, what they want? (And even if they do, do they understand the difficulties of raising a child while pursuing an education?)
I think they're probably just products of a society that stresses being intensely sexual while failing, for the most part, to talk about it openly.
When I was 9 years old, the boy who lived next door (also 9 years old) convinced me to fool around with him. We went out to the hunting blind in my neighbor's yard and I let him touch me, for a very long time. It felt wrong, but I did it anyway, because (and I'm still like this) I have a hard time saying no to people. I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
Later that same night, an ocean of guilt washed over me and, paralyzed by shame and fear, I let hot tears roll down my face while my mother listened to me and rubbed my eyebrows until I fell asleep.
The shame I felt over that incident was enough to keep me away from any sexual experience until I was 16 and to hold on to my virginity, in a vice-like death grip, until I was 20. I have no regrets about that...I waited until I knew I was ready.
When I think about 15 year-old girls being pregnant and probably scared and probably completely ignorant of the responsibilities they'll face, I can't help but wonder what the hell is wrong with the world.
Do these girls want something to fix them? Do they not feel loved enough? Do they think it's cool or mature or interesting? Or, are they really ready for children? Do they know, at such a young age, what they want? (And even if they do, do they understand the difficulties of raising a child while pursuing an education?)
I think they're probably just products of a society that stresses being intensely sexual while failing, for the most part, to talk about it openly.
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