Confession is good for the soul
Confession is good for the soul
Okay, I have to admit this up front. I work in a cube. In fact, I am on project, swept away for need of money into the world of commerce. I haven’t read a book in months…at least nothing literary. Wallace Stevens seems so much more identifiable at the moment.
I am actually working for a corporate university. My recent comment to Dean Dad forces this full confession. I remarked how his outside expert really didn’t add value. I found myself streaming this litany of consultant-speak about “solutions” and “value” and meeting the client’s core needs…and a sense of self-loathing crept in. I have become a suit.
Sort of. I consult, which may or may not be a suit. I have no promise of pay outside of my short-term contract (much like adjuncting—actually, a lot like adjuncting), no benefits and still no health insurance. In fact, consulting as an Instructional Designer for a corporate university is exactly like adjuncting. I build courses (which I sometimes teach) for students, just mine are usually a bit older and in manufacturing (for all of you who bitch about whiny 18 year olds, try whiny 40 somethings).
Yet, I like what I do. I think that going into a new environment, soaking in the structure, politics and needs and then advocating a workable and affordable solution is kind of cool. It is satisfying, and it pays way better than academics.
This is what I throw back and forth as I put off the e-mails to my dissertation committee…do I really want/need the final degree. What value will it really add to me?
Okay, I have to admit this up front. I work in a cube. In fact, I am on project, swept away for need of money into the world of commerce. I haven’t read a book in months…at least nothing literary. Wallace Stevens seems so much more identifiable at the moment.
I am actually working for a corporate university. My recent comment to Dean Dad forces this full confession. I remarked how his outside expert really didn’t add value. I found myself streaming this litany of consultant-speak about “solutions” and “value” and meeting the client’s core needs…and a sense of self-loathing crept in. I have become a suit.
Sort of. I consult, which may or may not be a suit. I have no promise of pay outside of my short-term contract (much like adjuncting—actually, a lot like adjuncting), no benefits and still no health insurance. In fact, consulting as an Instructional Designer for a corporate university is exactly like adjuncting. I build courses (which I sometimes teach) for students, just mine are usually a bit older and in manufacturing (for all of you who bitch about whiny 18 year olds, try whiny 40 somethings).
Yet, I like what I do. I think that going into a new environment, soaking in the structure, politics and needs and then advocating a workable and affordable solution is kind of cool. It is satisfying, and it pays way better than academics.
This is what I throw back and forth as I put off the e-mails to my dissertation committee…do I really want/need the final degree. What value will it really add to me?
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