“Used to rock a throwback, ballin’ on the corner
Now I rock a Teller suit, lookin’ like a owner”
YASSSSS. I have never been so happy with mediocrity! This is what the French must feel like… SNAP! After a week’s delirium of forecasting danggg cash flow statements and working capital (which uhhh I’ll level with you… I don’t even know what that is.), I pulled off an unexceptional and ephemeral presentation. And though you may not know it yet, it was indeed an incredible accomplishment—one in which could only be achieved by a stars aligning type of luck and (finally, those prayers of mine were answered) no flop sweat. Huzzah!
I’m not sure if this thing of beauty—yes, beauty—is a turning point in my educational career (Better late than never?! My ass! I needed this shiz yearssss ago!) or a misstep in my inevitable decline to complete social ineptitude… Ahem, I think we all know the answer to that.
I rarely settle in life. But this— Oh man… this one, I’ll graciously concede.
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