So... once upon a time there was a girl. And she was considering going back to school, for her MBA, to further her career and feel more edumacated. Then she had to read a stoopid book for a (presumably) stoopid seminar. And she remembered why she was so glad to not be in school.
Instead of my dreamy three-block commute, I get to drive to the Hilton tomorrow and Wednesday to learn "Negotiating Skills". Not spelled with a 'z', you'll notice. Did I mention that tomorrow night I get homework? On Tuesday... the ultimate tv watching night... it's rather bothersome. But I'm sure it'll be something I can do half-assed...much like when I was in college. Wait - maybe going back to school wouldn't be so hard...