SHARK ATTACK!!!!!
So it happened.
Remember when I told you about how in my business classes that you have to come to class prepared with a powerpoint on a case you read and then the professor randomly calls upon a poor unfortunate soul to present in front of class and defend their claims, and arguments for the case while the rest of the class is required to offer counter arguments and basically said that it's supposed to be a shark feeding frenzy???
Yep. I was that poor baby seal getting mauled by a bunch of great whites. I woke up thinking "It's going to be today. I'm going to be presenting."
I should have stayed home, called in sick, claimed car trouble, anything. I went to class, sat down, pulled out my notebook and laptop, in walked the professor, we're all silent waiting just waiting for him to call upon someone, and then…
"Let's see…. Marissa."
Gollydangit.
So I got up and did my spiel on a International Agri-business trade company based in Africa.
And it was just the start to my very bad day...
They literally attacked every point I made and my professor even got in on the bashing too. He even criticized my word choice. This is the same guy who made fun of me for not knowing what 'Pop' was yeah ok…word choice, you're the freakazoids. Obvi.
After presenting and arguing and defending for OVER 60 MINUTES, (in front of class, seats scaling up so they're all looking down on you and all I have to shield myself is a podium) I had to meet with him to discuss the presentation. "Well, you seem to understand the case well enough and you tried to argue it but was lacking in the validity of some of your defense points, blah blah business jargon, blah and at least they took it easy on you."
That was EASY?!?!? False. The last girl to present barely defended her case at all because he got side tracked and went on a rant about ethics for 20minutes and then you let us out early. No, I beg to differ, sir.
Whatever.
Anyways…after that I went to ref my first basketball game in the community. I was pretty nervous as I didn't know where I was going but finally found the jr. high school and ended up having a pretty good time. It was 7th and 8th grade girls' bball and it was pretty easy, mostly jump balls and ticky-tacky fouls only because they're spastic and don't have body awareness yet. But it was nice to get my mind off the sharks for awhile.
And then I had to pull an all nighter to finish a 7 page metrics case write up (stats + business + graphs + explaining why companies are in the red = terrible time) a 15 page case/research paper (the shark feeding frenzy class…ugh.) and a business simulation where we run a computer program in which we input all the variables of how we would run a company that sells a product to this fake population and it runs our numbers and tells us if we made a profit or not…super fun. But I finished and still managed 4hours of sleep. Solid.
I literally crawled through today clutching my coffee mug like it was my bible and when I finally got into work my boss goes "Hey, we have a meeting tonight. I can't go, so you're running it."
Awesome. Just what I wanted to do. How'd you know?
But I didn't say that, and it was fine and because I like to think I'm efficient we were in and out of that meeting in 20/25min. Normally they run close to an hour. Nope, move it along, questions? Sorry save 'em for the end, gotta keep going. No, I kid, but really, it was fast and I was happy.
And then I was ready to go home. But of course, as it seems to be the theme in my life, something pops up. Always. It's impeccable. So I go and help this sup because of some miscommunication, etc etc. It was the last night for some of our IM leagues which meant champ pics and t-shirts and sore losers and overly excited winners, the whole 9 yards. So I stayed and watched the last few games.
If not to just get away from my textbooks for a bit but also to make sure these IMs finish on a good note. So close to being done I can literally taste it.
So HotHead, and I watched a few games of dodgeball. He's graduating and has a big fancy real world job to look forward to now. He still teases me about not being a real GA and how he runs the show, it's all going to crap once he's gone blah blah I'm going to miss him (not the teasing at all, promise) but I had a decent time. Until I hit him jokingly with the binder and ended up hitting his nose and making him bleed. Sorry bout that. It was pretty hilarious though, and I'm pretty sure he teared up a lil bit (those nose shots sting man) but he now will probably have a scar all thanks to me. I'm such a loving boss…not. Happy last day on the job!
I'm sorry I laughed so hard after hitting you. Kinda. Not really.
And now I'm procrastinating on literally my last 4 things to do before the semester is over… 1 extra credit paper and opinion paper for my really dry and monotone prof who lectures at us about behavior in the work field. Gag. And then I have only 2 finals to study for, one in accounting and one in the behavior class.
And I'm writing my blog. #Priorities
Oh and did I mention that it's supposed to snow on Friday?! YEAH. Snow. Oh and the temp was 70 today. Kid you not. We went from frigid to flipping hot only to go back to frozen again and snow. Watch we'll probably have another tornado warning soon too or an 'ice storm' since apparently that's a real thing here. An ice storm?? What does that even mean?? All I can think of is hail or chunks of ice falling from the sky and that does not sound fun at all. Apparently though, my credit card as an ice scraper won't get the job done…gotta upgrade to a real ice scraper. And pour hot water on your car to just unfreeze the door handles.
Marissa is so not in Cali anymore.
To be continued!
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