I'm back at work, and already I want to go home. I'm tired, don't want to be here, miss my wife and son and daughter already. I had a small revelation driving to work this morning: I don't want to do this for the rest of my life. I don't want to get up at 4:15 a.m. for the rest of my life. I don't want to be away from my family for 14 or 15 hours every day for the rest of my life. I don't want to see people who are less qualified than me getting full-time university teaching jobs for the rest of my life. I don't want to feel this tired for the rest of my life.
Now that I've had that revelation, I need to make a concerted effort to publish a LOT more, which I have been doing. And I need to apply for the next full-time adjunct position in the English Department that becomes available, which could be a looonnnnng time in coming.
In the meantime, I just have to suck it up.
Pretty much, this morning, Saint Marty feels like this:
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