Quote:In terms of becoming a tenured professor, it's do or die, yeah.
OK, that is more specific. The initial wording - "it's do or die, publish or perish [..] lots of people waiting to jump into the breach if anyone falters" conjured up this image of falling into the cracks and losing metaphorical life and limb when missing a beat.
Hmm.. I understand the benefits of the equation, for sure.
Given the opportunities you sketch, I would also prefer to be tenured, of course! (Who wouldnt?)
But again - that is indeed what I was talking about then. "Do or die", "perish" ... is that emblematic? That this is the choice of words to describe what is, then, in fact, a question of having a perfect job or an OK job, the thing you always wanted or the thing you'd perfectly get by with as well, even if it doesnt give you the comfort and freedom you'd originally gunned for?
I'm talking, of course, from the relative comfort of someone who would have loved to ended as professor with autonomy, ability to do original research, etc - but who in no way in hell was going to work 60-, let alone 80-hour weeks to get there. I chose the easier way, wont be a professor -- and yet I still have interesting enough work, ie, I didnt "die".
Again, just riffing on something that immediately struck me (as outsider, as someone outside that particular rat race) in that word choice, and how it ties into the subject of the article. Americans finding it more stressful to holiday and miss the one opportunity (important email, strategic meeting at which a rival might gain advantage, etc) than to just go on working (and working, and working).
Mind you - I do realise I'm extremely lucky. I truly feel like I'm outside
any kind of rat race. In my particular niche of work, even when it comes to the particular niche my department is in within the larger organisation. (Lucky landing indeed, because I did really fear that I'd end up in some degree of rat-race, office-politics kind of stuff when I came to this place, a large, near-corporate organisation after all - but I landed in an easy-going dept with a mind of its own, which tries to stay as far as feasible from the moshpit).
I also work 40 hours, rarely overtime, with pleasant colleagues and an understanding, encouraging boss. And yet here I am, earning well above local standards nevertheless, mostly determining my own work, and still working on interesting subjects. Nothing grand, but nothing boring either.
That is partly luck, as mentioned above. Partly being in the continent and (non-commercial) sector I'm in. And partly the result of choice - because there
are rat races to get into, quite near. A choice perhaps phraseable as not buying into the metaphor of death, for foregoing the extra measure of professional success?
nimh <- kind of going on cats feet, afraid to offend but still wanting to explore the riff..