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anigoEver have one of those days? I put my make up on and washed it off again three times this morning. I still look like Mimi from Drew Carey. I put too much goop in my hair and now it feels all sticky. The cute little candy coloured tweedish Jackie O skirt that looked so great when I bought it yesterday, today makes me look like my Great Aunt Verna. Nice.
The count down's on, ladies and gentlemen. Only four more days until exam time. My shoulders are cramped up tighter than... tight. I think I might try to spring for a massage Friday morning. I don't think taking an hour out of my study schedule to unscrew my head from my clavicle would hurt me that much. I've been in survival mode the past couple of weeks. The house looks like a typhoon hit it. The kid has been going to school with half her lunch and none of her parent stuff done. (Which, this morning, made me wonder why it is that Dick can't do this occasionally, but I digress...) In five days I'll be finished! And possibly finished for a bit. I'll have my certificate and I'm going to kick back and take some time to enjoy crap again. To get back to an equilibrium is exciting me. I started university on September 11, 2001 (An easy date to remember. My was THAT an odd class.) And have been going at it full tilt ever since - as many as three classes a term. Even with that, I'm only a third of the way to the BBA. Money, some stress-free free time... It's sounding kind of nice. Now, having said that, if I happen to get my own little scholarship from the Mount, then who am I to look a cash grab in the eye? I'll just take some electives though, to give myself a break - something fun like history or music or such.
On the upside, however, I understand present value equations and can tell you how much you'd have to put in the bank today to have $1,000,000 in the future based on a specific interest rate. I can take a balance sheet and an income statement and do a cash flow statement, I can amortize bond discounts... And I tell you, this time last week it literally could have been written in Greek for the amount I understood it. This points out a number of things. 1) My brain actually CAN work when I tell it that it has no other choice. 2) The impossible is possible. 3) If *I* can understand a present value equation, then you, my friends, can do anything you set your minds to do too! For the record though, I thoroughly expect that all of my accounting knowledge will totally evacuate my head by April 18th. (And good riddance, as far as I'm concerned!)
Oh hey, I got another raise yesterday.. sort of. My boss called to discuss the terms of my new salary arrangement and told me that they'd bumped it up to a nice round even number. That's another $2,000. Damn, this isn't hurting my feelings at all. All in all my salary has gone up about 30%. Nothing to sneeze at, I tells ya! (Ok, I'll stop with the salary bragging now.)
***Update***
I, too, subscribe to messages from the universe. Today's message...
I understand, Gina, that you must wonder, sometimes to the point of bewilderment, at what you're truly capable of doing. Yet, therein lies the "problem", because living the life of your dreams is far more about what I'm capable of doing. Gina, all I need from you is a vision, followed by an unending march of little, tiny baby steps in its direction.
It's all about the baby steps.
The count down's on, ladies and gentlemen. Only four more days until exam time. My shoulders are cramped up tighter than... tight. I think I might try to spring for a massage Friday morning. I don't think taking an hour out of my study schedule to unscrew my head from my clavicle would hurt me that much. I've been in survival mode the past couple of weeks. The house looks like a typhoon hit it. The kid has been going to school with half her lunch and none of her parent stuff done. (Which, this morning, made me wonder why it is that Dick can't do this occasionally, but I digress...) In five days I'll be finished! And possibly finished for a bit. I'll have my certificate and I'm going to kick back and take some time to enjoy crap again. To get back to an equilibrium is exciting me. I started university on September 11, 2001 (An easy date to remember. My was THAT an odd class.) And have been going at it full tilt ever since - as many as three classes a term. Even with that, I'm only a third of the way to the BBA. Money, some stress-free free time... It's sounding kind of nice. Now, having said that, if I happen to get my own little scholarship from the Mount, then who am I to look a cash grab in the eye? I'll just take some electives though, to give myself a break - something fun like history or music or such.
On the upside, however, I understand present value equations and can tell you how much you'd have to put in the bank today to have $1,000,000 in the future based on a specific interest rate. I can take a balance sheet and an income statement and do a cash flow statement, I can amortize bond discounts... And I tell you, this time last week it literally could have been written in Greek for the amount I understood it. This points out a number of things. 1) My brain actually CAN work when I tell it that it has no other choice. 2) The impossible is possible. 3) If *I* can understand a present value equation, then you, my friends, can do anything you set your minds to do too! For the record though, I thoroughly expect that all of my accounting knowledge will totally evacuate my head by April 18th. (And good riddance, as far as I'm concerned!)
Oh hey, I got another raise yesterday.. sort of. My boss called to discuss the terms of my new salary arrangement and told me that they'd bumped it up to a nice round even number. That's another $2,000. Damn, this isn't hurting my feelings at all. All in all my salary has gone up about 30%. Nothing to sneeze at, I tells ya! (Ok, I'll stop with the salary bragging now.)
***Update***
I, too, subscribe to messages from the universe. Today's message...
I understand, Gina, that you must wonder, sometimes to the point of bewilderment, at what you're truly capable of doing. Yet, therein lies the "problem", because living the life of your dreams is far more about what I'm capable of doing. Gina, all I need from you is a vision, followed by an unending march of little, tiny baby steps in its direction.
It's all about the baby steps.