I have been running around like a mad woman this week trying to get the chapter edits done and make some headway with my thesis. I’m not sure how much luck I am having, but I survived the week, so at least that is something.
All the running around means that I have been too lazy to cook. I stopped at Subway on my way home this week, and while I was waiting for my sandwich, the guy behind the counter asked me if I was headed to work or headed home from work (it was 4). I told him I left one job and was headed home to another one. This is the conversation that followed:
Him: another job?! What is it that you do?
Me: I work for a university, but I am headed home to work on my PhD.
Him: (sceptical) what are you working on?
Me: I study how students respond to the feedback they receive from lecturers and whether or not they learn from it.
Me: Like the comments on an assignment, or if you write an essay and get notes written in the margin.
Him: You can study anything…
Me: I mean….there is a guy studying how takeaway trauma effects people. Like how anxious you get waiting for your pizza to arrive.
Him: See, that is a worthwhile study! That is important!
That’s it. I quit! I’m done with academia. I had a really good giggle over that because it reminds me that my work, as important as I think it is, is really only important in my corner of the world.
I’m okay with that though. Even though I am massively behind schedule and freaking out about the future, I am happy that universities will fund almost anything so that I have a chance to try and help people in my little corner of the world. I also really needed the laugh.
Plus, the guy looked so serious that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the takeaway trauma study was probably bullshit.