A word about optimism

An occupational'ish blog I read had this to say about the profession I have chosen. Thought some of you who read this blog would get a laugh out of it.....

I don't know how to make the whole thing more humane, other than striving for maximum transparency about process and expectations. Living through finishing a PHD seems so much like living in an Eastern European country before the fall of Communism: cold, grey, poor, dangerous (both to self-esteem and love-relationships), and being at the complete mercy of the bureaucracy (the apparatchiks at OGS) and of leaders who speak in coded language about constantly shifting ideological "lines" (are you in, are you out, are you heading for the Siberia of a community college with a 6-course teaching load?).

Awesome. But, there's still no other life I'd choose...