23rd June 2011, 03:16 PM
Thought this was going to be a discussion about Ulysses S Grant but mis-spelt
Sadly, as someone else who make a right mess of my personal risk assessment when I decided to leave a proper job and try and come back to my favouritest thing in the world, commercial archaeology has, in my humble opinion, cut it's own throat and now planning regulations PERHAPS bourne out of bitter experience from clients dealing with a lack of business acumen in the archeaological units have sensed a time for "pay back".
Universities have been aware of this for donkeys...so perhaps they should have warned students but them they are threatening their own jobs aren't they? And then they would have no MA students to churn out...
AS our dear friend from the Fens would have it; dig a hole and look at that; sod the wider context.
Sadly, as someone else who make a right mess of my personal risk assessment when I decided to leave a proper job and try and come back to my favouritest thing in the world, commercial archaeology has, in my humble opinion, cut it's own throat and now planning regulations PERHAPS bourne out of bitter experience from clients dealing with a lack of business acumen in the archeaological units have sensed a time for "pay back".
Universities have been aware of this for donkeys...so perhaps they should have warned students but them they are threatening their own jobs aren't they? And then they would have no MA students to churn out...
AS our dear friend from the Fens would have it; dig a hole and look at that; sod the wider context.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other; body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!