Hiya!
I'm absolutely drowning in an unending sea of work...
As a result, I'm in a bit of a bad mood.
Maybe it's my own fault. Okay, it's definately my own fault. But I'm still going to moan.
Yeah, do these lecturers not realise that nowadays it's literally hell on earth?
A bit of compassion, perhaps? One iota of kindness? A sense of scale, possibly?
Nope.
Do three ridiculous problem sheets and a two thousand word review article. By the end of the week.
May I also make it clear that us Physicists get off lightly.
Apparently you get multi-essays on a weekly basis in other subjects!
You have to wonder why anyone would want to come here to live if they're just going to be worked to death.
My point is...
Err...
Errmm...
Qualifications are meaningless! Yeah, that was it.
Unless we develop time travel in the next 4 years, there's hardly going to be much competition for jobs...
Are you infected? No. Congratulations, you're hired!
Let's be honest, there isn't even that much employment anymore. Because everyone's dead.
So, I don't get this punishingly hard workload... What the hell are they preparing us for?
Damn it all. Well, I'd love to stay and rant, but I have an imaginary job to compete for. Goodbye.
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