The summer experience -- Part 2

Well, this is the first post I am writing from my office desk. And if you ask what exactly I have been doing since morning, I have no clue. The project is moving at snail’s pace because well, it is more of a snail than a project ( ok..ok...insanity has finally descended because of boredom). I am sick of listening to phone rings, office politics, auto-travel, sad food, my ultra cool guide, formal wear, ...et al. And at the end of the day, after enduring so much of torture, the learning that takes place is zero. Oh boy! Studies are so much simpler and much more fun!
Then again, I think that if I can’t take this, how will I be able to survive full-time job? Maybe if a genie appears and wants to grant me a wish, I will ask for my dream job

My dream job:

Well, it can be anything till it follows these rules:

No formal wear...at all. The quality of work is more important than wearing a tie I guess ( One Friday, my boss came in a casual T-shirt...he thought it was a Saturday...he went out bought a new formal shirt...wore it and then only started work...like...heights of craziness!). People should be allowed to wear anything...or nothing...as they please. There will be more color at the workplace rather than dull, somber blues and grays.

The Nap Room. Well, which mortal is there on earth that doesn’t feel a wee bit sleepy after lunch or anytime during the day? Research has proven that taking a short nap in the afternoon improves the efficiency of the people. So there should be a nap room lined with extra comforty cushioned couches for people to drop down whenever they feel sleepy. It will be better than cleaning sleep-droolings from the desk, I guess.

Music - the elixir of life. Music never disturbed anyone. In fact the way phone rings disturb, few employees can listen to music on headphones for better concentration.

Dancing. Though I was born with two left feet, I highly recommend this. After every couple of hours, people should be allowed to break into song and dance. This is a very good way of exercising and relaxes the whole body. Well, will be more effective than employee health insurance schemes, I betcha!

Some interaction/party once a week. Come on, we are people...remember we are supposed to be social animals...not robots glued to computers.

Myself -- April update...updated

I realized two things about personal appearance today:
1) Looks can be really deceiving sometimes
2) If a very good looking person is rude, he turns into a monster!

The person in question is AA...remember my 'present crush' from last post? Well, I will not like to look at his face again because he was rude to me for a very petty reason...too petty to delve into further.

So the moral of the story?
1)Stop having crushes right, left and center.
2)You are not a schoolgirl anymore...You are a 23 year old-MBA pursuing-woman.Grow up.

Myself - April update

Recent passions:

Reading baby blogs
Pasta with mixed sauce( thanks to SW)

Recent fears:

Getting raped in the process of field visits( summer training at Delhi does this to you ,I guess..)
Suffering from cancer

On my bookshelf:

Two lives by Vikram Seth ( Oh! I love this man...)

Present crush:

AA from the summer training...hmmm...

The summer experience -- part 1

Doesn’t the pic say it all or do I need to explain? Well, My summer training is a mix of finance and marketing, a trade-off between cool-environs-of-the-desk-job-but getting-extremely-bored and the-heat-of-field-visits-but-keeping-my-mind-alive. Anyways, ‘the summers’ as they say, has been pretty enlightening till now. It has made me realize a few things which I wasn’t really aware about:

Google does not provide answers to everything and even if it does, thank you, I don’t want to know every damn thing that goes around in this world. First day at office I google from 9 to 6, second day – same, third day…oh lets not even talk about it.

It doesn’t feel nice to sit idle when everyone around you is busy. Regardless of all the free rider tendencies I might have displayed in 'MIS prototype', its really bad sometimes when no one asks you to work.

I might migrate to Alaska after MBA and do glacier preservation or something. Really, the heat is killing in Delhi, the roads are long, traffic is wild, pollution is suffocating and if I have to take up a job in this city, I might as well as commit suicide than die a slow, painful death.

Talking of slow, painful deaths, even if the heat doesn’t kill me, formal wear will. Oh man! I wish I could wear jeans, t-shirt, floaters and my denim jacket to work every day. I don’t know much about corporate life but its dress code definitely sucks!

Well, I think I have made the glass sound all empty but hang on…there are a few droplets in there too:

The people are nice. My project guide is cool… too busy to take enough notice of me. He keeps on delegating me to other employees who are younger and I can relate to them better. They are eager to help me (may be they too want a break from their monotonous work too)

The environment is extremely professional. They have provided me with a desk, a computer, a phone and have made me sit among their employees. Sometimes, I feel I am one among them…other times, I just thank my stars that I am not.

Hmmm…so this is the story so far. The details of the next seven weeks will come at the end of the next seven weeks…only if I survive the next seven weeks.

RB

As mentioned in the last post, I wrote this poem(the only reason it does not look like one is because I was sleep-writing it) during one of MIS classes.

Monday morning
Half past ten
Struggling to keep awake
Trying hard to make notes
Can only hear the following:
RB: “Ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..
You know…you know…you know…
Let’s talk (pronounced taa-ak) about it...
You know…you know…you know…
He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he...
...ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..ok..”
:
ad nauseum..
:
ad infinitum..

Talk about what?
I know what?
I guess I need Artificial Intelligence!

Nine months and counting...(Part-I)

Academics, for me, has never been a smooth ride. From schooling till graduation, I have been mostly lost, directionless in a maze. So when people said that the ‘MBA Bus’ is the best transport available, I hopped on. After much jostling, I was lucky enough to find a passenger seat. Nine months on, the bus has always felt overcrowded, there have been a lot of stampings and believe you me, I still don’t know where the bus is headed!
Well, in case you think I have been taking you on a ride, here is a list of things (that I was told) that were supposed to happen during these nine months but didn’t:

You be prepared for endless lack of sleep
Excuse me! I have never ever slept more in my life! I have slept during the power point presentations, boring guest lectures, useful class lectures, through the exam days and sometimes while writing the exams! Sometimes, I think the time I am awake is actually the time I am sleep walking. For insomniacs, I highly recommend sitting through some MBA classes.

You will learn a lot
Any enlightenment that was supposed to happen hasn’t descended upon me till now. In fact, I have felt my IQ slipping point by point during OM-2 classes, actually tore my hair in METP classes, yawned endlessly in BS classes, doodled during HRM and have written a poem on RB during MIS classes(will post it later). But since I will be an MBA ( come on, they can’t flunk me) and all MBA’s are assumed to know more than mere non-MBA mortals, I guess this won’t be a problem( God help my employer, though).

You will lose weight since you will be staying in a hostel
I have never felt more cheated. The living-in-hostel-weight-loss-program is highly overrated. I guess its high time they started a compulsory subject that requires 30 minutes of workout everyday ( and the more re-exams one gives, the more weight one loses ! wow! I won’t mind getting an F in this one).