You work hard for the money, eh eh eh eh
Words? I get words. I can read words. They work.
Math? I can get math. I understand math. That clicks.
Reading how to do math? Yeah…I’m worthless.
My first finance class started Wednesday and I’m a little over my head, me thinks. I’m wondering if I missed a prerequisite or something. We dove right in to balance sheets with gross profits less interest to defer tax deductible short note debt financing fixed equipment.
Ubba ubba ubba. I had to write a note to my prof, saying I’ll need a day or two to complete the first case study problem thing.
Part of it was my fault. The other classes had been relatively a breeze, and I was focusing on work stuff before cracking open my text. Then it hit me, 70 pages of terms and formulas that make me want to play video games.
I think the trickiest part of it is the text portion of the mathematics. Reading 30 pages of descriptions on a formula confuses me more than just hashing through the formula itself. Then again, I suppose it’s helpful to know about liquidity, net income and all that booshwa, instead of just being a number cruncher.
So there I am, on page 14, scanning through the paragraph on tax deferment again when “Le Disko” pulses in, I look up, see the ticker, open the browser and I’m in Typepad before my brain’s taskmaster
unit realizes I’m not at my book anymore. Ha ha, sucker. I’m blogging. Stuff it.
Two emails and a jump to track eight leads the clock to 11:24. PT in five hours, and I get to lead it. Lovely. Three complaining troops and me, all standing in the cold as the seniors go to the warm gym. Extend to the left, march! Arms up “Q”. Yeah, I’m cold too, I don’t want to hear it.
Things are hectic at work with this big Bush announcement on Wednesday. It was supposed to be a big surprise, but all the buzz is we’re upping troops levels in Iraq again. Not that it’s news to anybody reading, it’s been all over CNN and NPR for a week. “Surge” is the word of choice in Washington these days. Troop surge that is. Everyone is prepping to head out a LOT sooner than we thought, which means more war for everybody. Cool eh?
That means more money, and tax deferred since that’s our consolation to checking out of life for another year. I’ll be able to see my finance text come to life. This time, I’ll fine tune the old bank account while I cruise the sandy streets. Health permitting, I’ll have a little nest egg when I get back. Not “buy an BMW” worthy, by any means, but enough for a sofa or something.
Crap! Didn’t finish reading my assignment. Oh well, I’ll get to it later. You readers and your insatiable need for “new” entries. I mean, really!
Seriously, though, thanks for reading! It’s really a special thing to have this little connection. Not that I’ll let you have my car or anything, but the back-and-forths on the comments are always fun to read.
God bless and I’ll see you the next time I try to sit down and read about monies.