Your baby is so smart to know that the bottle isn't as good as the boob!
I had the same problem w Sparky. He refused a bottle at daycare for three weeks! That kept us up a night quite a bit as Sparky tried to catch up on nursing. We tried four different bottles, and he finally took the MAM bottle, which I could only find at Babies R Us. It has a textured nipple that feels like skin, and TTied babies seem to like the nipple shape, too (sez my LC).
On being a different kind of woman... I still don't recognize myself. So I stopped looking in the mirror, and started cleaning up the spit-up.
the J-man went on bottle strike for about a month at some point. Tim drove him back and forth to my office several times a day. It was bleak... but then he finally took Dr. Browns. We needed to move up the nipple speed - may be something to try!
My baby wouldn't take the bottle from me, but had no problems when his daddy fed him. We used the Playtex system because there were fewer parts to clean.
It's amazing how kids change how you feel about yourself and the world in general.
We also had the bottle-refusing problem. Luckily (?) my baby goes to daycare right near school, so I would run over twice a day to feed her (you can imagine how much work I got done in lab during this time). That went on for a couple months until she ate solid foods and then I would only go over once a day 
She also had very specific bottles that she would sort-of tolerate. It was the Medela bottles. But we tried at least a million. Babies are so weird.
No advice on the bottle feeding, but I hear you on not recognizing yourself and your life anymore. Just remember you made the best possible choices for you at the time you made the decisions and life leads us where it will from there....
As a grad student on the brink of graduation (although, I'm not sure that I'm that close since I feel like I've been on the brink for the last few years), I hear ya! I'm just starting to look for a job (bad timing, I know!) and it's so uncertain what I'll end up doing because on most days, I dislike benchwork so much now that I can't imagine doing this for a living after grad school. On other days, things seem to click and life isn't so bad as a scientist.
Ahhh, I'm rambling now. But anyway, glad to hear you're happy with your life )
Oh, Jenny - you brought back memories of dd1. The same thing happened to her but it was a couple of weeks before I went back to work. Hated the bottles too. The first 3 days back in the lab I bawled my eyes out before my lab techs came in. My dd finally got used to the bottles, then I realized she did just fine with dad (he'd been laid off at the time) and didn't even cry for me. It was awful for me, but she could care less if I was there or not because she had daddy. Needless to say, she and daddy have a great bond!
I know all too well that feeling of "This isn't the life I planned for." In the last few years, I have found my basic goals shifting in profound ways-- in some cases, back to childhood ideas that I had almost forgotten. No advice, except to roll with the punches. Sometimes, I think, one doesn't so much give up on a plan as shelve it until a more suitable period of one's life-- but that can be very far down the road. At least you relish what you're doing right now.
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