when they should be asking me why the hell I bother with this job at all.
In a discussion with my department head about my salary, he checks my salary in next year’s budget and exclaims with surprise that it is way too low. I appreciate the sympathy, asswipe. Could you have noticed this problem a few years ago?
In the same discussion, I tell him that the local community college is paying only slightly less than my current salary. He responds that if I want to teach CC students then I should do that. Why would I go to the hassle of changing jobs to just to teach underprepared little shits with an administration pushing me to lower standards when I can do that here?
I shovel a ton of research salary (relatively speaking) to my ABD research assistant as a reward for several years of good work. He thanks me by blowing off the semester, not graduating and not meeting our research goals. I should let him explain this outcome to the granting agency at our next meeting. Thursday.
I haven’t read a book in months. Maybe a year. I am not proud of this, mind you. I read stuff for work and lots of news and kids’ stories for bedtime (the kids’, not mine) but not a single book. I’ve gotten to where I am based on being smart and, frankly, I’m not very pleased with the results. So fuck it.
Update: I see that Professor Chiltepin wrote, "learning how to think made my life immeasurably better." Upon reflection, that's an imminently wise view. I retract my immoderate comment and conclude with a more polite "screw it."