you will be happy to know that my bad attitude is fixed.
i had a little meltdown in the office today, and forced my blogmate to stop what she was doing (actual work) to deal with my anger at school, namely, my complete lack of understanding of the famous economics guy (hmm... feg? it's so simple and perfect) running this course i'm taking. turns out the feg thinks we all understand calculus, or at least variables, and definitely supply and demand. but the feg is teaching hospital staff, not economists, and we health care people are not theoretical types. at one point a few years ago i told my blogmate that working had killed my capacity for abstraction (and to her great credit, my blogmate consoled me that at least i'd ever had it, and noticed when it was gone). so, ever helpful, my good blogmate suggested several practical strategies for surviving the feg, including getting help from her brother, who turns out to be an economics-for-dummies instructor, or from my sociologist friend who actually picks girls to date based on their understanding of statistics.
i have a better solution: gin. it turns out that one g&t makes indifference curves more tolerable. perhaps after two, i will forgive the feg for assigning reading that we never discuss in class, and after three, i might forgive the fact that this class is supposed to be about health research and not economics in the first place.
don't talk to me about the law of diminishing returns. i don't want to hear it.
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My grad school economics survival strategy was to befriend the hot TA and pretend his office hours were sort of like dates. -sm
as someone who's never done much in the way of abstraction, has no intention of ever taking economics, and is always angry, i particularly enjoy not being the sender of messages like, "where are you? i am in the office printing and fuming."
and given my penchant for concrete thought, i feel like, "why don't you call my brother, he teaches night school economics to girls who flunk quizes because they make their graphs backwards," is the best i'll ever do as far as advice-giving goes.
i also make other helpful suggestions (mostly to my newly acquired underlings) like, "are you frustrated? do you need beer?"
it's probably unfortunate that i'm starting to have real responsibilites.
sm, i only wish there were a hot ta to befriend. or any ta, for that matter. statistics has a ta, who sits in the corner laughing at the professors lame statistics jokes while the rest of us flounder in the sea of exclamation points and pointy capital E's. this class only has an unrelated workshop afterward taught by two junior faculty who might be helpful since they took the course a few years back, but i have to be careful because she's his fiance.
wait. sm, don't you have some sort of public policy master's degree?? can your services be purchased for beer, or does that sound too much like whoring out your economics skills?
to my better blog half, i love your suggestion of calling your brother (especially since i also make the graphs backwards) and clearly love the suggestion of beer. speaking of which, beer?
Wow. One of you to the side sure looks pissed.
I could totally go for some buffalo pretzel bites right now.
on second review of the buffalo pretzel bites, they're still awesome. must buy more.
jo-na, both of you need to come to the run hit remix trainings. t picked up a total hottie (again). it's really very impressive.
dude, i totally don't believe you. fried food, hotties, ipod nanos... i think you're making it up. not t, though, my new running bff. she would never lie to me.
I know, someone should have told me sooner that THIS is what running entails. Seriously, on Monday they served us mozarella sticks, chicken fingers, buffalo wings, and beer. Tonight the food was less remarkable--bagel sandwiches and Gatorade, which is weird--but the hottie was well over 6 feet, dark, and wearing a very tight dri-fit shirt that suggested he does not regularly partake in the type of food they serve on Mondays. And he seemed to have a job and didn't say anything to suggest he was overly stupid.
Oh and my nano told me I was running miles a minute faster than I usually do. The likely explanation is that the technology aint that great, but I like to think I'm a running goddess and am well on my way to taking home the gold in Beijing.
AND on top of that, the Gap on Michigan Avenue now has concerts every Thursday night featuring a band that is about as talented as you'd expect a band booking the Gap to be BUT--they give you popcorn and soda. This city rules.
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