Flash Bastards, and my commitment to the Sauce

It's been a helluva week for yours truly. I heard back from my rather recalcitrant advisor on Monday about my Master's thesis deadline. I can really tell the honeymoon period with this guy is over. I call him recalcitrant you see because during our three month relationship he has steadfastedly refused to volunteer advise and deadline details about my paper. And this despite me totally ignoring him and only begrudgingly admitting his existence. Ivory tower and all that I suppose. Anyways, after my plucky email last week inquiring as to any sort of rough draft deadline, he informed me that he requires a submission six weeks ahead of the deadline. i.e next Monday.

"Good Lord and butter" says I under my breath. Simultaneously considering this new development and appreciating the rather good turn of luck that my bladder happened to be empty at the time. "Well, well" I continue out loud in an effort to maintain my composure... "and me without a title"

Since then I've been trundling around with a ready grin, enjoying the high drama of my situation which I choose to ignore completely.
"Are you still coming to my Party?" murmured Jesse. I could tell by the look in his eyes that although he knew the answer somewhere deep down he was still hoping I'd do the right thing. Be responsible, etc.
"Heck yeah" I pronounced with a grin. It's always nice to see that people are still pulling for you in the face of all evidence. "I've got my Quality of Life to think of don't I?"

But don’t worry about me. I think I’ve got a handle on things. I’ve got my cover page, title, and have even started on some of the serious writing. Today though, I was stumped by a serious problem. I just don’t know what to name my little program. I was listing all the words that could be used to describe my little gem in order to devise a truly bitching acronym. Unfortunately though I just seemed to come up with a lot of Rs and Is… Not good fodder for your racy double entendre acronym. I feel that I need to through in an X somehow.

Kyle the Flash Bastard
Last week I went to a “consulting day” at the Business School. It’s been impressed on me that 0 is perhaps the wrong amount of effort to be expending on my job hunt. So I though I’d go and check out the glamorous world of consultancy. It had its mildly interesting moments surrounded by moments of dread, and silent anguish. There were a lot of moments where I looked at the person talking and silently told them how much smarter than them I was. To be honest it was an event full of undergrad business school students and recycled undergrad business school students (i.e. brand new consultants) so what can you expect?

One guy though really fascinated me. I was in a “case” session with a guy from one of the consultancy firms. A case session for those not cool, is where you take a hypothetical situation and work it like a consultant. In essence you had a bunch of these little snots trying to sound like they had a whiskey in their hand. And not the proper Bill Murray in Lost in Translation way, but in the “I routinely perform the habits of highly motivated people so piss off” way. Hard to watch, hard to watch. Anyways this guy wasn’t actually a consultant, but a sales guy pressed into talking to undergrad business school kids. Now you may be thinking “sales guy?” isn’t that a step down from consultant? Normally I’d jump on that wagon too, but not with this guy. This guy was fucking gifted. Slick as shit, charisma out the ass. He was like a Craig Kilborn whose just a little cooler and a little more confident. I found myself liking the guy, and that’s weird as hell (reading my freaking blog). I looked down at his name card and read Kyle ---------, and thought to myself Damn right his name is Kyle ------. I could’ve told you that without looking. In fact his nametag should read Kyle fucking -------. Obviously.


So an interesting time for el Jefe. My job search expenditure is still pretty much 0, I have a shit load of papers, midterms, and projects to do, and my uncertain future is daily coming closer to becoming my uncertain present.

But whatever, can’t let things get you down.

I’m still doing Fucking Awesome….

Could use a drink tho’….

Cheers from Graduate School!