Professional here, of the geologist variety, which shall be the extent of my power level.
There are days where I want to lodge a rock hammer into the nearest non-professional supervisor.
The word professional as a title is a joke to most, let's not kid ourselves, but it does carry some ramifications.
Legal ramifications.
As in pound me in the ass legal ramifications.
You may want me to do X, Y, or Z, fine, but if all three are balls to the wall
ILLEGAL, I ain't doing
SHIT.
I ain't pouring four years of university, four years of slave labor (work experience, but I repeat myself), begging three other established professionals to sign off on me, and a god damn ethics exam down the drain just so that you get your god damn key performance indicators.
Good, fast, cheap.
Pick two and piss off.
Edit: Grammar, plus story:
So
Bre-X.
Archive.
Read. Learn. Know my pain.
So one time we got back a bad assay on a drill hole we absolutely-super-dee-duper needed in our next press release.
Supervisor: Young Godzilla!
Me: Yo.
Supervisor: This assay value is garbage!
Me: I know.
Supervisor: Fix it!
Me: I can't.
Supervisor: Just type in our current cut-off grade!
Me: No.
Supervisor: DO IT SERF!
Me: No. *Points to registration certificate* I ain't doing it.
Supervisor: THEN I WILL!
Supervisor is still around but I still have my job and certification.
On that day I learned that I could get away with murder and have been the most productive member of my company you have ever seen.