I seem to have swiped my way into an MBA course. Damn credit cards and impulsiveness. For a moment it seemed like it would redeem my choice to graduate in English. I had feigned aspirations of becoming a famous novelist then, and hid away my perpetual writers block under a pillow so no one would see. I loved the benefits; there was no need to study, and I could escape into all the books of fiction I wanted. So this MBA course felt like penance for not being able to use my degree to pursue a career.
Feels like a pain in the left butt cheek right now, I swear. I was sitting in a funny position while I was reading yesterday, it seemed to enhance my ability to concentrate. Also came with the price of a sore bottom apparently. Okay I'm kidding, I am excited at the prospect and I am looking forward to experimenting with the dormant company I work in.
I'm required to spend 1 hour every day to each of the 3 units I enrolled in. I've managed t stretch myself to 2 already, but I can't help wondering if they're just imposing that rule for a giggle. "Hah look, we have made these dorks spend 3 hours of their time everyday on these summaries we have slapped together from famous books availableall over the internet. If they only knew that they could just read these books and implement the philosophy into their work, they would learn through trial and error anyway!"
Instead, what would employers deduce if they just saw this in a CV:
" Perused all the text, material, and reference books suggested in top MBA courses and implemented such strategies in previous jobs successfully attaining calculated results."
Would showing that ability to utter sneakiness work better than having an MBA certificate, I wonder?