Moving Out Of This City
Description
Should Single Guys Use Emoticons
Leaving the Ghosts of an Ex Behind
Bitchiness as a Defense Mechanism: Lessons from Blogging About My Ex
Can You be Friends With an Ex?
The Men We Know We Have No Future With…
Men Who Ghost Before the First Date
No Strings Attached is Bullshit.
Do Women Really Want Equality In Relationships?
Your Best Friend the Hag
Why Being Single Doesn’t Suck
Rules For Hanging Out With Your Ex
How to Approach Guys in a Bar
How NOT to Approach A Guy In A Bar
8 Facts about Cheating
I don’t know what happened…. for the past year or so I had convinced myself that accounting was the way to go.
I enrolled in a few classes since I wasn’t an accounting major in undergrad and I was planning on getting an internship in accounting and applying for a Master’s in Accounting program…
I never got an accounting internship.
I went to several networking events, office visits, had a few interviews…. nobody hired me.
And, I beasted through my accounting classes. Beasted the GMAT.
I applied to one Master’s in Accounting program…. and one MBA program.
I didn’t even apply to the Master’s in Accounting program at the school I currently go to. Because I was too scared of what would happen if I did. The school is too regional. I’d probably be tempted to go because it would make the most “financial sense” – they would most likely offer me scholarships, and I could live at home still and save on having to pay rent and whatnot. But, then, I’d be stuck here…. the school is too regional…. my first job would most likely have to be in this city.
So, I just didn’t apply.
I didn’t want to run the risk of being stuck in this city for another 3-4 years just because it makes the most financial sense.
Fuck that.
Take a risk, Wonka!
I got into the MBA program and got several scholarship offers from them. They loved my experience, the fact that I was entrepreneurial and my high as shit GMAT score.
The one Masters in Accounting program I applied to called to tell me I “wasn’t a competitive candidate” and I would be at a “disadvantage” trying to get a job in a Big 4 Accounting firm because of my undergrad GPA.
So, I flipped the conversation and had a long talk with the Accounting recruiter on whether I should pursue accounting or go for an MBA… ”Well, you have the work experience and a good GMAT score, you’re actually very strong candidate for MBA programs.”
Alright. Fuck accounting.
I got off the phone with her and committed to the MBA program that had accepted me and offered me scholarships.
I’ll be moving in August… to a city I’ve never been to before.
To a city where I literally don’t know anybody.
I’m honestly nervous. A bit scared.
I don’t even know what my plans are once I finish the MBA. What kind of job will I be looking for? Fuck if I know.
So much for the accounting shit I had all planned out….
Part of the reason I made the decision, is because I need to get out of here.
One year in my mid-twenties living at home with the parents was long enough. I don’t want to get comfortable here. I can feel myself getting comfortable here.
A new situation where I don’t know anybody will force me to grind. Force me to meet people.
I talked to a close friend about it, he thinks it’s a good look. He said something worth quoting like, “Sometimes you need to just force yourself into situations that make you uncomfortable, until you’re comfortable being uncomfortable. Once you reach that point, what can ever shake you?”
Leaving the Ghosts of an Ex Behind
Bitchiness as a Defense Mechanism: Lessons from Blogging About My Ex
Can You be Friends With an Ex?
The Men We Know We Have No Future With…
Men Who Ghost Before the First Date
No Strings Attached is Bullshit.
Do Women Really Want Equality In Relationships?
Your Best Friend the Hag
Why Being Single Doesn’t Suck
Rules For Hanging Out With Your Ex
How to Approach Guys in a Bar
How NOT to Approach A Guy In A Bar
8 Facts about Cheating
I don’t know what happened…. for the past year or so I had convinced myself that accounting was the way to go.
I enrolled in a few classes since I wasn’t an accounting major in undergrad and I was planning on getting an internship in accounting and applying for a Master’s in Accounting program…
I never got an accounting internship.
I went to several networking events, office visits, had a few interviews…. nobody hired me.
And, I beasted through my accounting classes. Beasted the GMAT.
I applied to one Master’s in Accounting program…. and one MBA program.
I didn’t even apply to the Master’s in Accounting program at the school I currently go to. Because I was too scared of what would happen if I did. The school is too regional. I’d probably be tempted to go because it would make the most “financial sense” – they would most likely offer me scholarships, and I could live at home still and save on having to pay rent and whatnot. But, then, I’d be stuck here…. the school is too regional…. my first job would most likely have to be in this city.
So, I just didn’t apply.
I didn’t want to run the risk of being stuck in this city for another 3-4 years just because it makes the most financial sense.
Fuck that.
Take a risk, Wonka!
I got into the MBA program and got several scholarship offers from them. They loved my experience, the fact that I was entrepreneurial and my high as shit GMAT score.
The one Masters in Accounting program I applied to called to tell me I “wasn’t a competitive candidate” and I would be at a “disadvantage” trying to get a job in a Big 4 Accounting firm because of my undergrad GPA.
So, I flipped the conversation and had a long talk with the Accounting recruiter on whether I should pursue accounting or go for an MBA… ”Well, you have the work experience and a good GMAT score, you’re actually very strong candidate for MBA programs.”
Alright. Fuck accounting.
I got off the phone with her and committed to the MBA program that had accepted me and offered me scholarships.
I’ll be moving in August… to a city I’ve never been to before.
To a city where I literally don’t know anybody.
I’m honestly nervous. A bit scared.
I don’t even know what my plans are once I finish the MBA. What kind of job will I be looking for? Fuck if I know.
So much for the accounting shit I had all planned out….
Part of the reason I made the decision, is because I need to get out of here.
One year in my mid-twenties living at home with the parents was long enough. I don’t want to get comfortable here. I can feel myself getting comfortable here.
A new situation where I don’t know anybody will force me to grind. Force me to meet people.
I talked to a close friend about it, he thinks it’s a good look. He said something worth quoting like, “Sometimes you need to just force yourself into situations that make you uncomfortable, until you’re comfortable being uncomfortable. Once you reach that point, what can ever shake you?”
Début de l'événement
30.01.2022
Fin de l'événement
30.01.2022