MB-Eish: Part 19: 5

**"Eish" is a South African slang term expressing surprise, dismay, anger or frustration.** 

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 nineteenth in a series of posts about my MBA experience.

Five days left.

I can count the days left on one hand. 

A hand that I wish could reach out and grab some more time; but all it can do it type, grip my can of Red Bull and hold my head while I stare at my spreadsheet and wonder why I'm not further along.  Oh, and apparently it hits the "snooze" button on my blackberry quite effectively. I was planning an all-nighter. I made it to 6am and tried to have a "nap". Yes, a one hour nap... and yet here I am three hours later. 

Five days left and I am still analyzing my data. Five days left and I have not written a word to turn my proposal into an actual report. Five days left and I am still changing my mind about my method of analysis. I thought I would have sent a draft of my findings to my supervisor two days ago. At one point things were going so well I was wondering why I took two weeks off from work. I guess there was some denial at play.

Can you tell that I haven't had my morning caffeine yet?



Well, the finish line is in sight whether I like it or not. Quite a few people have crossed it. 

They are doing victory laps. 
Waving at the crowd. 


It is time to start sprinting... until my fucking legs give out.