I'm Jealous of Myself

"O.K. So it's 9:25. I’ve just come back from drinking with colleagues and grad students and post undergrads. My BAC is .071. I’m pretty drunk and tired. I guess I’ll grade a few papers and then head home—Luckily I have a breathalyzer to determine how much I’ve drank and whether I should drive—privileges of the position. This is what I’ve worked for. Hanging out with the grad students and bullshitting—I can’t complain. This is it. I’m jealous of myself. I love my work. Who actually loves their job? I do. This is what I always wanted. Even back in the SC days in intro social with [you], this was it. And I basically have it.

And by the way, [post] this. None of this, 'Ah, don’t print this, because I’m afraid BS.'"

- The Professor