Yes Sir, I can Hardcore

One post on GMAT, a link from the MBA blog-router and suddenly all goes crazy on the site-stats. I guess that this will put a strange perspective of me from some – taking a stance anti GMAT-importance is a lonely place. Given that people clearly feel there is more to read about this test (even they dare not give it the status of exam), I will return to this for maybe one post a week, or fortnight. Trust me to be a refreshing air on this favourite MBA topic, otherwise I won’t post about it at all. More than enough exists to put any candidate in a frenzied panic over their preparation, ability and potential; I have no intention to contribute to the volumes of information that already provide this invaluable service.

I am planning a bit of a road trip to A, 2, and Z in a couple of week’s time. Transatlantic flights are pretty cheap at the moment, internal US flights even cheaper, but the carbon-offset for all this is going to be hefty kick in the tail. School 2 has asked me to interview, and unlike A, my research appears to show they are not keen at all on off-campus interviews. At the moment this is all being on hold – I am trying to pretend I haven’t really seen school 2’s email. Having logged into the site and had a look at how arrangements work, it would seem most unlikely they will fall for this. They must think I am playing it cool. Or scraping together money for flights.

The truth for school 2 will be hurtful. As they are making me fly transatlantic, I am being ever the environmentalist and fitting in campus visits for A and Z at the same time (a fortunate part of my choices is that this will not involve huge internal flights and all). Not only that, but I am desperately procrastinating in the hope that Z might show its interview card, and I can kill two birds with the one stone. Whilst trying to appear blasé that, you know, flying there from Europe is just the kind of thing I do. School A were very kind about the idea of me visiting them already, and I am looking forward to going there despite already having completed an alumni interview. After all, interviewed or not, the flirting must continue until they announce whether they want to have a shot at the two-year MBA date, or whether not.

The trip will provide a nice opportunity to see my brother, and meet with a few other people who have helped me to get to this point in the whole process. And let’s not forget that I can enjoy the power that is cable once more ($1.94 per sovereign coin is it now?) and buy something altogether unnecessary purely because it is relatively well priced.

In other things, I am trying to ween myself off bad habits that I have developed through this process. First is that, through waiting MBA emails, I now check my spam all the time in case anything sneaks through. So far nothing has, and I doubt it will. I have, however, erstwhile become much more aware of the market price of Viagra, how I can make my girlfriend happier, and also of some Russian girl who I apparently said I would IM and wants to send me pics. From an email address of someone named Jeff. If it weren’t for the Spam Casserole recipes, it would be so easy.

Life is slow. I am off to the pub. If you catch me at the bar I will buy you a pint, and we can just talk some crap. I am super Friday bored. If someone can find me a copy of photoshop for idiots or something so I can get an almighty great crustacean at the top of this thing, I will up the odds to a carafe.

Oh, I have been asked to DJ again, with my friend who I used to run a club with. This gig might not happen, but the potential for me to kill a dance-floor once again is in the offing. Ferenc and others are still to hand, and the kids still don’t know them, so it could be fun.