Finance

I just started a new class on finance, not so happy, too many terms that make no sense, account payable, account receivable, assets, goodwill, tangible and intangible, owners equity, partners equity, liabilities OMG!

I should have stuck with pursuing ballett!
I wanted to be a ballerina and istead I got into nursing, what up? where is the connection there? It all started when I opened a medical book that belonged to my neighbor, I fell in love with the stethescope, and body parts, and veins and those pictures of muscles and bones, ahhhh!

I then decided to pursue other degrees, BSN, MSN, MHA, LNC alphabet soup has never been so life consuming and difficult. I think that if I make it through finance It should all be down hill from there.

I need to just focus on a balance sheet I am sure that somewhere in there it will all make sense.

I am looking out my attic window and I see one little boat speeding on by, wonder where he is going, what type of people are on board? hmmm!

I go to work tonight, not so happy, since I hate my job, but I guess at least I have a job; somehow that is not so comforting. I am just not in the mood for dealing with the infirm. I rather sit and study so I can get through this course. I think I have been in front of this computer way too long, I am starting to not make any sense.

Addendum: Written on March 12, 2012 at 1:14 am, so I thought that finance was going to be the hardest class, well how wrong can a person be?, very!
The last academic class I had to take for my Masters degree was a class in which I was to write a research utilization proposal, to add to the drama you had to get a B or better to pass and you could not take it over if you did not pass. I have gotten pretty good grades, many As and Bs, so I would not have even thought about getting a least a B, it it were not for the threat that I had to pass or I was going to fail the whole program. Now let me tell you that I really did not appreciate having this threat looming over me, you are talking about many, many hours of research and computer reports and stress over limited time to finish homework and many wasted days without your family, friends, pets and many days when you missed fun activites because you were too busy slaving over your homework, now you are going to tell me that it could all have been in vain? oh hell no!!!!!
The stress was truly insurmountable, it rendered me in a state of "coo coo". I had nightmares, I had palpitations, the class was interesting but difficult and all consuming, yes I endured 6 weeks of pure hell!!!!
I just did not know how to function without constant worry about this ridiculous class!
I passed with a B+, but I was sick the whole time and developed these headaches and neck pains from the stress.

Now I have a single project to turn in that I started months ago, and I will be done with school forever. I never want this experience again! we shall see about that!

express line!

I was driving to work, on time, in fact I have to say that I was early because I am always early to work and today I wanted to stop at the super market for some fruit, yogurt and some coffee, yea you know, a latte plain and simple. I had plenty of time so I walked around the store for a while, picked out my items; 3 to be exact then realized that it was getting a little late and should probably check out and get to work; early! I went to the "express line," line, only two people in front of me, and surprisingly they both had less than 10 items. Now, to me, the assumption is that the reason for this line is to create a speedy line for those with a few items and maybe even for those that just want to get out in hurry; I mean, who wants to stand in line with a carton of milk, behind someone that is doing their monthly grocery shopping, right? It turns out that "The express line", can me badly misinterpreted, or maybe just ignored because It took me 45 minutes to get through the line and I was not early to work, I was not even on time. The first in the line was an elderly man with a check book, he had an elderly way of moving, yep! hmmm! that is all I am going to say about him, I feel my blood pressure rising as I write these words, B-R-E-A-T-H! OK, so that took a little over 15 minutes but since I was early; no problem. The next lady in line had several coupons, to the wrong items, so they had to, overhead page help to come and get this nice lady the right items that the coupons were for the 80z box not the 12 oz box etc, I stood there trying to decided if I should change lines, but I had invested much time in this line, and the other lines did not look much faster so I committed and stayed. I was feeling the pressure; I was getting into the "I might be late", zone. I finally got out of there with 4 minutes left to drive 15 miles, did I mention I was a slow driver? So what exactly does it mean when they say "express line?" It means, no checks, no coupons, and this is not the get acquainted meet my family, line, people! Some us just want less than ten items and we want to get the hell out of there. Some of us have jobs so please move along and get out of our way.

Motion Sickness

Not the type you get from embarking in a vessel in the middle of the ocean, although that would certainly give me motion sickness, I am referring to the kind that you get when you spend umpteen hours in front of the computer going over the many different types of legal motions in a litigation; yes siree! there is the motion to strike, the motion to compel discovery, the motion for default judgment, the motion for a new trial, the motion to remove, are you getting motion sickness yet? well I have and I need it to stop. I decided to take a year-long course on legal consulting, because my goal in management is to become a Risk Manager so I thought it prudent to become familiar with the law, OMG! I did not realize that I was going to become a lawyer; I am emotionally exhausted!

can you role your Rs?

I am just confused with this craziness of R rolling, is it really in your genes to have that ability? Is it a language acquisition? Is it a lingual ability, because if that is it, I am telling you there are few people in the United States that can do tricks with their tongue. I introduce myself to people simply by shaking hands and stating my name, Marrrrrta, I know by the look of most people that right away they have encountered a problem by having met me, they can't say my name. I really don't care if you role your Rs, Marta, is OK! (rhyme with Farta) but don't hide your lingual deficits by calling me Mirna, Marcia, Marla, or Marty, certainly if you can say the last two you can say Marta; fine just call me Babe! I love spell check, yes, I meant Farta!