aviroop wrote:
Is this what usually happens when one starts applying for MBA schools -
My manager heard about my MBA plans, and he did not take things "lightly". He blamed last night's power failure in the office building as my fault. I literally saw my bonus and promotion twittering out of the window. Thankfully I got the recommendation letters from him, but I dont think I will be the next hot candidate for promotion - time to look for a new job as well as for a school.
The app essays keep revisiting and crawling into my brains - my girlfriend woke me up yesterday from sleep after she heard me sleep talking (in her words) "My long term goals? What should my long term goals be - a kidney shaped swimming pool filled with money?"
I am logging on to this forum every 20 minutes to read every snippet of information - I know where rhyme will go for honeymoon, which Indian IT applicant gave his GMAT the 7th time to get a 790+ score, and the odd sermon saying partying in MBA school is a sin.
I am listening to Timbaland bleat out "I got no money" while I work on my apps - Timbaland's The way I are is my new apping anthem - very inspirational song. He talks a lot about not having Mastercard and Visa; neither do I.
I can hear the saracstic laughter and the whoops of schadenfreude errupt as every ad-com reads the introductory parapgraph of my essays and then dumps the essay paper into "to use as toilet paper" bin.
I find that my short term and long term goals end up sounding the same - find a job, keep the job, earn moolah and bring some mamacita calientes on my 100 ft yacht - not appropriate material to put on my essay.
Every applicant profile I read is better than me - every one has climbed Mt. Everest, slept with Adrian Lima, worked with Bill Gates in charities, raced with Michael Schummacher and teed off with Tiger Woods. I have only managed to play soccer with some 12 yr old Mexican kids who showed me who the real "papi" is.
I am so screwed.
I just hope I manage to complete this apping stuff before I die of frayed nerves, a loose bowel and constant itching and perspiration.
Oh my god.... CLAP CLAP CLAP...
You are an absolute riot. I love your sense of humour and your eloquent intellectual multicultural jokes. Please PM me... I promise I can help you find the Mt Everest story, or if not, I can show you how to turn the mexican kids into a Tiger Woods tee off.
I know your post is meant as humour, but if you write your essays with even one tenth the passion and character you display in the above prose, you'll do just fine.
Worry not my friend... you shall be fine. PM me for help if you want it.