I am toying with a new concept, namely The Work Vacation.
The narcissism of university professors is breathtaking at times.
Not all workers can turn their every waking thought into work product, nor can they convert a pleasure trip into publishable prose. Some people want to get away from their work, even if they love doing it.
Stuff like this and an earlier post — suburbs must be wonderful since so many people live in them — make me wonder what planet these feesd come from.
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