Anyone who knows me will tell you that these pointless posts are a sign of avoidance. I’d rather sit here and type up complete shit then actually face what I have to face. So far, this MBA has been hectic but surprisingly interesting. I enjoy all the subjects and hectic work load aside, I actually find most of them to be quite easy…well all of them except Financial Reporting and Managerial Accounting.
I always hated Accounting and dropped the subject in high school for Computer Science instead. Unlike Mathematics, Science and Biology, I never took to Accounting because I didn’t receive adequate knowledge to build a solid foundation on. So at this stage, asking me to cram 4 years of Undergrad Accounting into one semester is kinda like asking a kid who hasn’t yet learned to count from 1 to 10 to do complicated mathematical equations.
My brain is therefore, complete mush and I’m at a point where I can only manage to type random shit…and any excuse I can muster to get away from the text book, I will grab with both hands and run like a coward.
But at some point, I will have to gather my wits together (or the famous last two brain cells I have) and actually get down to doing it because there is no way in hell I’m going to allow myself to fail or give up, not after all I’ve been through. So I have to take a few steps back, re-evaluate some things and start from the beginning. I think getting a tutor may help.
On a completely different note, I received an invitation from Premier Paul Mashatile, inviting me to attend a luncheon on Saturday where he will report back on the Gauteng Provincial Government service delivery progress and economic growth strategies for 2009/2010. I usually accept these invitations, not because I care about Gauteng’s growth rate and development progress, but because I enjoy putting someone through the trouble of organising Halaal food. In a pre-dominantly Christian country where most people only ever consider their Christian-pork-chop-loving taste buds and neglect to even think of those with Halaal, Kosher or Vegetarian requirements, I take immense pleasure in having them run around to accommodate my needs. And the real highlight is the dessert table. It’s what dreams are made of.
Unfortunately this time around, I won’t be able to skip lunch and head straight for dessert because I won’t be in Gauteng this weekend. I’m using the limited time I have to fulfill some other LIVE campaign obligations for the month of March. So even though I’d love to have some Lindt chocolate mousse, with vanilla infused white chocolate cake, or a serving of strawberries and cream and some coffee-based tiramisu on the side; and even though I’d love to go to the theatre with her, I can’t because I’m out of town.
I was thinking about that subject that thrills, intrigues, disgusts and fascinates me all at the same time…MEN. It got me pondering about what guys want. They always say that we women are difficult, and we may be difficult to fathom but at the crux of it, I reckon people just want to be accepted and appreciated for who they are.
But what do men want from women...
Back to work.