Word: days
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...couldn't do it. You have to realize that over the course of my FM career, I've poked fun at florists, motorcycle enthusiasts, carnival workers and pre-frosh, just to name a few. Disparaging consultants should be easy by comparison. Consider: Investment bankers spend 18 hours a day entering numbers into spreadsheets. They "analyze data" and "run regressions." Consultants "work in teams" and "brainstorm." They figure out how to "streamline" and "trim the fat." "Let's get back to basics," they might say, pointing to a 3-D pie chart on their PowerPoint presentation. It was as though...
...first I blamed the nasty cold that I had caught earlier that week. I went to UHS the next day claiming a persistent hacking cough, mucus-filled throat and inability to mock others. They told me I was on my period (Haha! See? Now why can't I do that with I-bankers?). Later I realized the truth: I was afraid. I was afraid of the enraged horde of budding consultants that would inevitably knock down my door, shouting invectives and threatening to stab me with their PalmPilot Styluses. I was afraid that a mob of investment bankers would conspire...
...feeling that I'm not alone on this one. I have a friend who is "maybe" going to go pre-med "eventually," "just because." Someone else once told me that they would like nothing better than to sit in bed all day and watch television. Another person admitted that they "wanted to go after a Ph.D.," but would rather that "'they' just give it to him without him having to actually do anything" (All three go to Harvard). Almost nobody I've asked knows what he or she is going to do with their lives after graduation...
...This is a fiesta I've been tracking all day--no way would I miss my own House happy hour. The gig is just one floor upstairs, a simple journey for myself and Tad. A few eclectic Winthropians munch on hummus and pita in a corner. The center of attention is a set of pictures from a previous party that featured a great deal more nudity than is evident tonight. My luck is beginning to wane. Fortunately, I find a Deep Springs College transfer named Zach. I chat about life on the farm, sharing the stories of my Kentucky roots...
...been a very long time. (Todd does 10 push-ups) There's ten for you, now like compared to the guys that spend all day at the gym. That's pretty pathetic...