Well, it’s only Tuesday, and I’m already ready for weekend. I suspect that this won’t be the last time that I’m ready for the week to be over when it’s hardly begun. We were assigned a case yesterday, at approximately 4pm, that was nearly impossible to finish by 9am today. I know that several people in my class didn’t sleep at all. (I was lucky enough to catch a whopping 3.5 hours of sleep!) Everyone had a look of extreme exhaustion/anxiety this morning (that’s right, I said it, we pretty much all looked like sh**!), and there was more than a little bit of tension in the air. Which is reassuring, because I’m glad to know that I’m not the only one who’s struggling with the whole “ack! other obnoxiously outgoing leader type boss people? what the hell are you doing here?! I’m supposed to be the boss!” group work thing. But it’s also, well, tense, for the group at large, and frustrating, for me in particular. I’d say I’ve spent the last 6 days oscillating between “somewhat frustrated” and “very very VERY effing effing EFFING (more curse words) frustrated!” However, given that this seems to be a fairly consistent phenomenon across the board, I’ll go ahead and chalk it up to beginning of term hazing. Stress us to the max, force us to be with our groups for 20+ hours per day, see what we’re made of–business school boot camp, as it were. (I, apparently, am not made of incredibly durable stuff, as I actually had to excuse myself to go and cry for a little while. In the back of my head, I can hear Lauren saying “go cry, emo kid,” which is actually pretty funny. But yeah, actual tears were shed today. Eek!) Of course, I’m stressed and tired and feeling melodramatic, and luckily, I’ve made some great friends here who are ready with pep talks and consoling words (three cheers for Ben and Guillermo!!), as they are, of course, in exactly the same boat. Also luckily: we just finished the last group assignment for the week, and I’m on my way home to do an individual assignment. I cannot express my excitement to to this assignment, alone, in front of the television, with a beer, and then sleep for a whole entire 6 hours. Wheeeee!
Beginning of term hazing, though? Thumbs down. Way down.
Oh my sweet, you are made of far more durable stuff than I, who actually cried real emo-kid tears in the reference room at the BPL because I couldn’t freaking find anything in that crap library. And again on the broken down MBTA Friday night when I had to walk from Kendall to Back Bay. You’re a tough warrior compared to wimpy cry-baby me.
Hey there SUPASTAH superspy, you’re putting Uncle Wiggly’s Wild Ride to shame over there! CB’s Aventura Loca! Just remember that your charm and razor sharp wit will always make up for most of the things you don’t learn about cash flow (oxymoron?) and managerial whatsis…. I’m proud of you too – raise a cerveza to yourself for me, won’t you?
All’s well here, even on the far side of 50. Gulp. Your mom woulda done you proud with her birthday *shrimp chips* surprise presentation – even better than the banana pudding caper: it was at the tail end of a string of 50 knotted hankies stuffed into a magician’s hat. Each hanky had an adjective for moi, the last one: Prankster. Ahem. I believe she wrote the book.
Anyway, missing you, Doll Face, but fun to follow up on all things Barcelona. Martin sez hi, too.
Love you SS,
Roon
Fuck that shit!
-L