Its 5am.The alarm rings...tough luck. Cant help wanting to do justice to lingering sleep. Snooze continues.
I have to get up though. It’s a long day ahead. Well, that can be an understatement. These days, it’s just like that.
It’s not a chilly winter this year. Weather looks just fine for Mid-Jan period. I like winter the best. If it was to have a colour, it would be white with brownish red sprinkled all along. In my mind, it’s the colour of snow. And the colour of maple leaves during the Fall. Very British. I love the thought.
But reality is such a spoilsport, I feel.
With a hot steaming tea, I start reading 'On the folly of rewarding A while hoping for B'.I have a Mulla class quiz tomorrow, evidently so. Hmm. It was a good read. An Insightful one.
He likes the work, suggests some minor improvements.
Shitt. Why didn’t we do that I wonder. I discuss this issue during break while I gulp down sambar-soaked idli. One of my friend tells me not to ponder over it. ‘this is the problem with Type-A personality coupled with Internal Locus of Control’.
I tell her to speak English.…
There are so many things to be done.
Marketing weekly case analysis submission.Starbucks.
We get done with that. I am happy F.W.Taylor came up with Division of work and labour. it's 2pm.Lunch.Analysis of a Balance sheet using ratios.Companies are complex entities.
Distinctively, this part of my life was called First Year MBA-Last Trim.