Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Pencils

Once again I talk about pencils. I thought I needed them for the GRE. At the exam, I found out they provided the pencils, tissues, and a very nice locker to store my mechanical pencils.

I don't understand my obsession with sharp writing instruments. At this point in evening since I have run out of rum, I consider whether I should chuck everything and go to grad school for international studies.

I am just kidding about the rum. I am not kidding about the pencils.

Veni, Vidi, GRE

I survived the GRE. Afterword, I went to Caribou Coffee and got a mocha. I needed it.
Based on my scores, I think God truly has a sense of humor. I think I will have to retake it to get into the econ program. However, its all aces if I want to go to a Humanities program.

Well back to the drawing board.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Blog to God

Dear God help me with my upcoming GRE,

As I walk through the valley of GRE
I fear no quantitative analysis
For thou art with me when I do that section
Thy calculator and excel are may be at home
They comfort me even

I need to do well on quantitative so I get into the Phd program!

The aggravated economist

Things slow down in the government Thankgiving week. We yawn, we read the NYTIMES online, and we play chess. I was viciously taking away from a chess game due to a data call. My ex-officmate is currently answering most of the data calls that come into the office. She forwarded a tough case to me. I had to clean up the mess.

First she had confused them about what data were available, where they could find it, and how to download. It was so FUBU.

The data caller herself was a bit daft. First she spoke really really fast. Second she had a New Yawk accent. As a southerner I don't understand New York-ease.

I tried to help her I really did. I finally gave up explaining and told her I'd send her the stuff she needed via e-mail.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Economists are dangerous creatures

I left work around 7:30 PM last night. It was the proverbial dark and dreary night. As I walked to my metro station I heard this man yelling and screaming about women. I think someone just broke up with him. He said "Women are X#$! and women are $#%^" I realized that this guy is a total fruitloop. So I took out my mechanical pencil and was prepared to use it. Yes people, I was going to use my ergonomic mechanical pencil to gauge his eyes out if he dared mess with me. Luckily, I didn't have to use the pencil.

I think one lesson to learn is, "Don't mess with economists. They are usually armed with sharp writing instruments and not afraid to use them"