Saturday, September 20, 2008

Obviously, I am C-R-A-Z-Y

After bitching and complaining my way through this PhD (which will be done this year) and vowing never to take another class EVER again, I am now trying to put together an application for the MBA program at Harvard Business School.

What is wrong with me?????? I actively hate school!!! Why do I feel the urge to do this?

Monday, September 15, 2008

This is How I Know My Friends are Crazy...

Related Facebook status updates:

is reminding you that taxi cabs do say “TAXI” on them, this separates them from random guys in random cars.

is a random taxi car.

is wondering if a not so random guy in a not so random car is better than a taxi.

The story:

A good friend of mine (we'll call her LPS = lack of personal safety), from my undergraduate days, calls me last night to describe the sadness of her boyfriend moving away (and their last random night together).

They (and a couple of friends)decided to hit up the most famous of all "nightclubs" in my hometown, with a reputation for all sorts of western-themed debauchery. LPS gets extremely intoxicated and pulls her usual disappearing act, the one where she decides to go home and doesn't tell anyone. She heads outside the bar to find a taxi. Seems quite simple so far, doesn't it? LPS proceeds to get in a "taxi" to make her way home. About halfway home something seems a little suspicious...the taxi driver asks her some strange questions:

What is your address? Can you give me directions?
How did you get to nightclub? Oh, how much did it cost to take the taxi there?
Can you pay cash?

Then, LPS realizes that there is no meter in the cab...strange indeed. Finally, a drunken revelation..."OMG, I am not in a cab". How does this end? Not in some sort of crime against her person, but with her paying some random guy for driving her home from the bar.

At first, I gave her shit for her total lack of regard for her own personal safety, but the more often I hear/tell the story the funnier it seems.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Things to contemplate...

I am too nice. This is something I hear all the time, but still tend to disagree with. I think I come across this way because of my empathetic nature and my need to avoid confrontation.

I think this may be time to assert myself against those who treat me unfairly, which should make for interesting blog posts in the future.