A few weeks in, it dawned on me that the legit. editing I had started on was the tip of the iceberg. The main thrust of the business was actually writing papers for students. Hey! They even did PhD dissertations! You have no idea the price!!! They asked me if I would edit the texts that their ‘writers’ were producing for their ‘customers’. Interested, I did so for a few weeks – and fascinating I found it. Now that distance has softened the horror of what I discovered upon lifting THAT stone, I think it deserves a story.

It says something about my warped moral sense that what actually caused my resignation was not so much the practice of supplying students with academic papers for cash, as the fact the company made promises about quality that they couldn’t possibly hope to live up to. Those who know me may not be surprised to learn that I had been given a private office and my own secretary to avoid the kind of scenes I am happy to make when pissed off – but that didn’t stop me marching out of my space and standing in the middle of the cattle shed and literally SHOUTING at the sales people who were selling poor, unsuspecting customers 1sts in papers that were then being written by some loser with half a degree in a completely different discipline. Now THAT is immoral!