Jesus. Just Jesus.
I knew that academia was going to be a cut throat world when I started studying for my Masters. But if I knew that getting higher up on the educational totem pole would turn me into an asshole, I've quite while I was ahead.
Had a conversation with one of Caltech's theoretical physicists, something Cooper, about the theory I was working on. Was going fine too, and even got some interesting ideas, but as soon as the asshole learned I didn't have a dozen academic letters after my name. Sufficed to say he seemed to form the opinion that I was a know-nothing three year old.
Buzz around the lunch table is that he's got Asperger's. My ass he does. He's got something but it certainly ain't that. A bad case of assholism more like…t