September 6th, 2002, 1:35 pm
I don't know, I feel unclean, even vulgar. It's just that doing a PhD, a sacred thing, just so, let's face it, you can earn big bucks, is well, well there's something vulgar about it! I feel like I've dirtied the hallowed halls of the mathematics department, sullied the place. I fear some evening soon I'll get cornered on my way back from the snack machine by the members of the student mathematics society and humiliated. I swear I can hear students and lecturers whispering...Lecturer 1: Hey, look who it is, Mr Financial Maths, God I hate that guys guts! Look at him, suit, is he coming from work?Lecturer 2: Don't let him bother you Herb, come on, let's get back to some REAL calculations!On another occasion...Lecturer: Well well well look who it is EVERYONE, Mr Financial Maths! I say ol' boy, would you be good enough to advise us as to the next step in this particular problem? No? Well then, perhaps you should stick to what YOU KNOW! Oh don't leave, please, we could all use some investment advice!All: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!