I made it 15 months in private industry. I thought I grasped caring about the bottom line. I underestimated the extent to which being good, fair or even marginally viable would be in conflict with the profit margin. The weekends of actually being off were nice, the clean space on the surface of my home office desk was nice, obviously the gigantic Christmas bonus that put the lovely curtains up on my windows last winter was nice. The actual work was, on a good day, horribly boring and on a bad day, frightfully unethical. I lost sleep. I lost weight. I lost hair.
I'm back in academics and beating my head against the brick wall that protects the fantasies of the 'flakes from harmful exposure to rays of reality is actually a lot easier to live with than putting crap in a box and stamping it guaranteed before shipping it out to some poor unsuspecting schmoe who can't make out the legalese in our catalog descriptions.
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