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Not fucked yet. I always do things the hard way, anyway.
 
"There must be some kinda way outta here," said the Brocktoon to the Sad Navigator.


I'm now entering the too tired to focus but still a long way to go phase. :annoyed:

Same here. I'm halfway through. I'm turning in. Gotta work tomorrow. Not having any more time than that, I should be able to force myself to finish.

Cripes.
 
just got home from the show. apparently mrs w fell asleep with the baby because I came home to the dog watching TV by himself.

it was a very good night. even turned an unexpected profit....
 
Same here. I'm halfway through. I'm turning in. Gotta work tomorrow. Not having any more time than that, I should be able to force myself to finish.

Cripes.

I'm in the homestretch but this is undoubtedly the worst paper I've written all semester and its a significant portion of the grade

I hate myself and I want to die.
 
I'm in the homestretch but this is undoubtedly the worst paper I've written all semester and its a significant portion of the grade

I hate myself and I want to die.

I've got one more night of horror and then I'm done. It's a useless mess. Verbal of chili mac. On the plus side, I've got my Walgreens era pallor and sunken eyes back.

Stress. It's a helluva drug. Had my first fatigue-and-stress related nosebleed in years a couple days ago. Had another this morning. Good times.
 
I've got one more night of horror and then I'm done. It's a useless mess. Verbal of chili mac. On the plus side, I've got my Walgreens era pallor and sunken eyes back.

Stress. It's a helluva drug. Had my first fatigue-and-stress related nosebleed in years a couple days ago. Had another this morning. Good times.

I'm in the homestretch but this is undoubtedly the worst paper I've written all semester and its a significant portion of the grade

I hate myself and I want to die.

It's posts like these that remind me why I dropped out of college three times. :tongue:
 
I'm convinced that graduate school has done me more harm than brain and testicular cancers combined.

Oh yeah. It's a total game in some ways. It's like corporate office politics, but you don't have the ability (at least not that I've noticed) to garner your own clout and use that as a wedge/bargaining chip. No one needs your buy in. Instead, you've got to scramble for approval while assistance only comes in roundabout ways. It'll eat up as much time and emotional/intellectual firepower as you give it. I am glad that I'm coming into it after having had a successful "real world" career. Seems like it could eat a 22 year old kid alive.
 
Try having 3 kids in 3 years, and then doing your Ph.D. while receiving chemotherapy.

I don't have time to remind myself that I'm perpetually burnt-out and exhausted.

I can't wait to get that fucking degree.

Yeah, that's nuts. I would have quit. Unlike everyone in that mystixboi thread, I am not necessarily at my most creative and most thoughtful when I am miserable/beat all to hell. I've become accustomed to the creature comforts of the charmed white-collar American lifestyle. Thinking and writing for a living should not be as hard as laying railroad track or scrubbing gunk off the bottom of junior-high-school desks.
 
I've got one more night of horror and then I'm done. It's a useless mess. Verbal of chili mac. On the plus side, I've got my Walgreens era pallor and sunken eyes back.

Stress. It's a helluva drug. Had my first fatigue-and-stress related nosebleed in years a couple days ago. Had another this morning. Good times.

No bleeders here but the hair on top o' me head is quite a bit more transparent than it was at the beginning of the semester.

So how does this intimidation flim flam manifest itself? Does the guy alternatively give you the stink eye and cup your buttock?
 
Yeah, that's nuts. I would have quit. Unlike everyone in that mystixboi thread, I am not necessarily at my most creative and most thoughtful when I am miserable/beat all to hell. I've become accustomed to the creature comforts of the charmed white-collar American lifestyle. Thinking and writing for a living should not be as hard as laying railroad track or scrubbing gunk off the bottom of junior-high-school desks.

Well, the ends probably justify the means.

Tenure and a $100-200K/year salary with great benefits, sick time, vacation time, etc. is pretty appealing.

I'm sure a lot more people would be doing it if it didn't come with 3-4 years of ulcers.
 
No bleeders here but the hair on top o' me head is quite a bit more transparent than it was at the beginning of the semester.

So how does this intimidation flim flam manifest itself? Does the guy alternatively give you the stink eye and cup your buttock?

He's just one of those "AND I AM SOOOOOO MUCH SMARTER THAN YOU AND YOUR PUNY IDEAS THAT YOU'RE TOTALLY DOING WRONG" sorts of professors. (Honestly, he reminds me a bit of myself as a boss.) He sends off the vibes that you're supposed to be working at all times to meet his expectations -- regardless of whether or not that helps you learn. Occasionally he'll lighten the mood with a joke or a reassurance, but you always know who is in charge.
 
Tenure and a $100-200K/year salary with great benefits, sick time, vacation time, etc. is pretty appealing.

I think the academic situation up in Canadia must be a bit different than the situation in the States. Academic job availabilities in the humanities are pretty limited, and my understanding is that the salaries are lower than your quote there.
 
Emigrate!

It ain't easy. Y'all don't just let Americans have a work visa. My dad works for the CN RR (in the US) and he had to jump through all sorts of hoops just to work in Canadaland temporarily.

Plus, if I'm going through the bother of leaving the US, I'm gonna move somewhere cool.
 
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