100% Dumb

Yes, I'm an idiot. My continual public self-flagellation might appear strange and you might think it is some form of catharsis, but it's not. That's just who I am, a self-torturer. Who wouldn't be after the example this government has set? Torture is fun. Everyone join in.

Ok, so here is why I'm not the brightest bulb in the box. First week of class this week for the fall semester. By the way, that one week break between Financial Statement Analysis and this week was sorely needed. Why am I doing this again? Ah, yes, the supposed pot of gold that will supposedly be coming post-May 4th. I have been slowly convinced otherwise, but we'll see. Rambling again sorry. No sleep and I think my son gave me pneumonia. Back to dim-bulb boy.

Monday and Tuesday went well. Well, Monday didn't. I decided to take the red eye home from Arizona, with a 1 year old who decided to wake up and scream his head off with about 90 minutes left in the flight. Upon landing, we went home and I logged in and worked for the day. Then I went to class, Corporate Finance. It's still a little hazy and I don't remember much. Tuesday was much better. Competitive Strategy. Going to be a good class. A lot of work, but work that I'll definitely use going forward. That brings us to Wednesday. Supply Chain Management. Again, a very exciting class. Seriously, I have been looking forward to this class all summer. I showed up, having read the case and ready to rock. I sit down and the professor starts by talking about how this is the second session. I'm completely confused. Second session? Am I in the wrong class? Nope. Prof's name is on the slides and it's definitely supply chain. I take a closer look at my syllabus. Apparently this class started last Wednesday. You may point your fingers at the screen and screech now.

Apparently, Monday and Tuesday classes started this week, but Wednesday and Thursday classes started last week. So I missed the first class last week of the course that I've been looking forward to all summer and had no idea I was missing it. You'd think that being an MBA student at Stern, I'd have learned to read by now. Apparently not. Well, at least my idiotness was only known to me.

It wasn't to last for long. So the professor is talking about inventory and shows some industries with their inventory ratios. He asked if anyone was in those industries. I was and raised my hand. He called on me and asked what my ratio was. I said 85. He gasped. He was very impressed, as was the class. They immediately labelled me an outlier as I was heads and shoulders above the industry average, which is around 7. The funny thing is that I gave 85 because I thought initially he was asking about inventory turnover, which when you plug in 85, is downright horrible. My actual inventory ratio (COGS/average inventory) is around 3, which is why I'm in this class. Yes, I am a fool. I still don't know how I was accepted by this fine institution. I hope they never find out that I am in fact not an Eskimo.

The Truth

I'm a dork. A geek. A big time nerd. The gelled spikey hair might portray a GQ male supermodel, but deep down, I just can't get away from my dorkness. This blog is just further evidence of this. Aside from teenage girls screaming for attention, who keeps an online diary? Look at me, look at me, I'm a dork. Possibly even worse, I'm a dork screaming out for attention.

My sister is getting married next week in the home country and of course I will be there. After the festivities, I'll be there for another seven glorious days of Mexican food, something that New York is getting better at, but still has a ways to go. All other cuisines, New York does better than just about every city in the world, but for some reason, good Mexican is difficult to find, aside from this little tamale stand in Sunset Park. It's a sad day when I make the best menudo within a 1000 mile radius.

During my time in the motherland, I will of course be visiting with friends and in all likelihood playing video games. It's who I will be playing video games with. I will be playing video games with people that I have known for years, but only hung out with two or three times. That's right, video games with my fantasy sports league friends. Double whammy. These are again, guys I've met and might have even played volleyball with a couple of times back in the day, but people that I've only gotten to know since the establishment of several fantasy sports leagues post-moving to New York. They are my online fantasy friends. And we will be playing video games. I'm not sure if I should just shake their hand and give them the stone faced glare that I do so well or if we should kiss cheeks New York style. I'll have to check the online dating sites to see what proper protocol is.

Do Not Hump

On the way into the city this morning, my train stopped at a train yard to let one of those super fast diesel commuter trains rush on by. I looked out the window and saw a flatbed car sitting there with a bunch of walkway side railing tied to the top of it. Painted in white stencils was the phrase above. It wasn't graffiti. It had a very official look. I would have taken a picture, but my camera phone doesn't have a zoom function. I've resisted the temptation to google this and am throwing it out to my readers. What exactly does this mean? Don't google it. I'll know if you do.