As I mentioned two years ago, I have joined the droves of engineers who have sold out to the dark side: Banking (and more recently, the elite league of the dark side: Asset Management). To make myself more comfortable in my new, murky surrounds I have decided to do an MBA part-time. This is the thirteenth in a series of posts about my MBA experience.
A mere twenty days to go. What a simultaneously pleasant and terrifying thought.
Dear Panic
I have good news and bad news.
Though I am pleased that you have finally decided to show your support, I'm afraid I cannot entertain you just yet. I have decided that I am no good at juggling. I am spending more time shifting between between work projects and thesis than actually advancing either ball towards the try line. It is time to grab one at a time with both hands and slam dunk them. All I am achieving is directionless dribbling and it is time to set up a decent game plan.
Now that I have completely mixed all the sports metaphors I know (and one probably from the circus), let me tell you the plan of attack: (Don't worry, I'm not switching to military metaphors.) For the next few days I will get work projects out of the way. I am bringing my big deadline forward ready or not. There is enough Red Bull out there to facilitate that.
Once I have pulled that off I will stick my hand into the annual leave cookie jar and slink off to hide out for the last fourteen days of MBA. Fourteen days of uninterrupted focus to write the perfect academic swan song. There will be more red bull! There will be pajamas all day! There will be Pringles and Asian food deliveries every night!
Can you wait a few more days? Please put the matches away for now. The good news? You can light that fire under my rear exactly a week from now.
Yours in anticipation,
Flame-resistant Femgineer
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