This post is strictly for the people who morphed into weapons formed against me.

This post is  for the people who told me my dreams were too big because their mind was too small. 

Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it. MMM, yummy, yummy, yummy, make a bummy heated.

I work at a multibillion dollar biopharma company. No, not as a research fellow. Not as a trainee. As a staff scientist.

Hahahahaha 

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Last year, I was working with a PI who placed me on academic probation because my particular brand of excellence wasn’t aligned with his definition of success. This year I make more than double he can afford to pay his post docs.

There are TWO places I will never go with y’all again. Back and forth.  

To the people who pushed unsolicited advice, who encouraged me to settle, because they settled, eat it.

To the people who tried to convince me that I was a problem, eat it. 

To the people that told me that this is what my reality has to be for a while, eat it.

My younger brother dragged y’all. Some of you have falsely adopted the phrase ‘standing on business’… Y’all use it in the context of getting a refund from the grocery store. “This is what standing on business looks like.” Period. You couldn’t do it cause you aren’t hungry like me. 

 Everything I say turns into action. Everything I want already belongs to me.

There is no force on Earth that can get in the way of me obtaining the life and the lifestyle that I desire.

Misery loves company and I am not in the company of Misery anymore.

I want to thank me, for not giving up on me. A year ago, my older brother said it would work out. Yesterday, he said I told you so. 

Cheers, 

Stef