i've been in an mba program for the past 18 months. i work full time. i travel every week for my job. i go to school every saturday. all day. i had my last class last saturday and handed in my final paper moments before beginning this post.
am i excited about finishing my graduate program? sorta.
about the new job prospects? meh.
more money? i guess.
joining an elite stratosphere of mba's? not really.
i'm excited about pooping on saturdays. i haven't pooped on a saturday in 18 months. i don't know what it is about my university, but i cannot poop there. i can eat 3 pounds of chili and wash it down with a gallon of coffee while chainsmoking a half-dozen cigarettes and still couln't poop at school. i have a psychological barrier to crapping in close proximity to other mba's. maybe it's ego. maybe all the backup makes me extra aggressive in those competetive debates on corporate strategy. who knows.
more realistically, i think it's because of the 1 person bathroom on the floor where most of our classes are. i don't like the idea of getting interrupted by a knock on the door signaling pressure to "hurry up". i need a quiet, zen like setting to do my business. i will relish saturday mornings with my very own bathroom from now to eternity. i'm going to sing a song of celebration tomorrow, my first saturday free from the captive bonds of constipated misery. oh happy day.
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i guess this means essie's relegated to the potting soil out back
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