You do have to wonder about the intelligence of some in academia you know.
I’d driven 107 miles from my home in Bangor, Maine to the BPL Plasma Center in Lewiston to collect $50 for having my arm punctured and a liter of my plasma sucked out. The actual donation takes about 35 minutes, but the drive and its attendant wait makes for an eight-hour day. I clocked in for that trip five times this summer.
I’m a professor at the University of Maine. My salary is $52,000, and I am a year away from tenure. But like everyone else in that room, I was desperate for money.
OK, so why’s he desperate?
Here are my vitals: I have more than $200,000 in student loans and $46,000 in credit card debt—all accumulated during my B.A., M.A., and Ph.D., and then search for a tenure-track job. My annual salary translates to a little more than $3,000 in monthly take-home pay. I pay $800 a month in rent, $1,100 in credit card bills (paying only the monthly minimums), $350 in student loans, and have $285 a month car payment. I also pay the usual insurances, utilities, groceries, gas, et al. I don’t have cable. Or a kitchen table. Or blinds on any of my windows.
Right, so needs more money. And it’s even possible that there are professors out there whose best option for more money is plasma.
an actual dilemma for a journalism professor.
A journalism professor can’t pick up a couple of hundred extra bucks a month with some freelancing? What the fucks are they employing him for at that university?
I mean seriously, Crippled JC on a Sodding Pogo Stick seriously. Even at current US pay rates that’s one 1,000 word piece at somewhere like Quartz etc. And if you can’t score that then what are you doing teaching journalism?