Friday, March 03, 2006
Nose Whistles
If there's one thing I really hate, it's nose whistles. You know what I'm talking about. It's when you breathe through your nose, and for some reason, it makes little whistling noises with every breath. Most of the time, nobody else can hear it, but it drives you nuts nonetheless.
Usually, the only time I notice it is in bed. It's really the only time my house is quiet since I'm the last one to go to bed every night. I crawl into bed and try to get situated. Usually this takes several minutes because I'm very anal about how my sheets have to be. But I've already covered my OCD issues. So, I'll get all set and then I'll hear it. "Weeee."
It drives me absolutely nuts. I'll try anything to make it stop. I blow. ("Weee.") I pick. ("Weee.") I scratch. ("Weee.") I squeeze. ("Weee.") I push. ("Weee.") I pull. ("Weee.") I punch. ("Weee.") You name it, I try it. ("Weee.") But sometimes, there's just nothing you can do to get your wife's nose to stop whistling. ("Weee.")
Usually, the only time I notice it is in bed. It's really the only time my house is quiet since I'm the last one to go to bed every night. I crawl into bed and try to get situated. Usually this takes several minutes because I'm very anal about how my sheets have to be. But I've already covered my OCD issues. So, I'll get all set and then I'll hear it. "Weeee."
It drives me absolutely nuts. I'll try anything to make it stop. I blow. ("Weee.") I pick. ("Weee.") I scratch. ("Weee.") I squeeze. ("Weee.") I push. ("Weee.") I pull. ("Weee.") I punch. ("Weee.") You name it, I try it. ("Weee.") But sometimes, there's just nothing you can do to get your wife's nose to stop whistling. ("Weee.")
It's All Coming Together Now
My time in college is coming to an end. As The Wife points out, there's only 63 more days until I graduate. I'm still a little nervous about it, but I'm feeling much better than I was a month ago. Part of that, no doubt, is that I have a job right now. Even if it doesn't pay a lot, it pays something. Plus, ever since I yelled at the MBA office about not finding me jobs, they've been GREAT. And so have the people here at M&S. Here's who I have helping me find a job:
JB (professor) - his contacts are the former CEO of CNA Surety, an risk manager at JP Morgan Chase and a financial person at CNA Insurance.
Michele (MBA office) - D&T recruiter, who wants me in his valuation practice, apparently.
The Dean at my school - gave my resume to a hedge fund in Geneva, IL. Don't know that I want to be working in Geneva, but for the right amount of money, I'll work anywhere.
Mark (at M&S) - his friend is involved in a start-up that buys, sells and licenses Intellectual Property. He's going to need about 100 people as soon as all the Arab money clears the counter-terrorism hurdles. So there's an opportunity for me there.
John (at M&S) - he's offered to put me in touch with a lot of accounting firms in Chicago.
All in all, that's quite a lot of people all looking to help me out. I'm stressed about having to find a job in the next 2 months, but it's nice to know that I have so many people trying to help me.
JB (professor) - his contacts are the former CEO of CNA Surety, an risk manager at JP Morgan Chase and a financial person at CNA Insurance.
Michele (MBA office) - D&T recruiter, who wants me in his valuation practice, apparently.
The Dean at my school - gave my resume to a hedge fund in Geneva, IL. Don't know that I want to be working in Geneva, but for the right amount of money, I'll work anywhere.
Mark (at M&S) - his friend is involved in a start-up that buys, sells and licenses Intellectual Property. He's going to need about 100 people as soon as all the Arab money clears the counter-terrorism hurdles. So there's an opportunity for me there.
John (at M&S) - he's offered to put me in touch with a lot of accounting firms in Chicago.
All in all, that's quite a lot of people all looking to help me out. I'm stressed about having to find a job in the next 2 months, but it's nice to know that I have so many people trying to help me.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Boy, Can I Be Difficult!
This weekend, I went to the Wisconsin Dells with my entire family. So, there were 8 adults (my mom, my sister, my two brothers and their wives, and The Wife and me), and 5 kids age 6 and under. All in one condo. It was craziness, to say the least. But really fun too.
At one point Friday night, I was flipping around the channels. The Olympics were on. I'm not a big fan of the Olympics. I find them incredibly boring. I don't have a reason. I don't NEED to have a reason. It just bores me. I made the mistake of telling my family about this. So, being the kind, loving family they are, they attacked me.
One of the things we argued about was whether ski jumping is a sport. I vehemently argued that it wasn't. Here's what ski jumpers do. They go off a long ramp. Their skis lie in grooves in the ramp. Then they launch themselves in the air and lean forward over their skis. And THIS is a sport? What skill does this involve? Um, aerodynamics? Why not just drop 2 guys out of a plane and give the medal to the first one to land? It makes NO sense to me!
Eventually, I flipped past figure skating and my sister-in-law kicked me in the head. I hate figure skating. I realize that it's not easy. I know people devote their whole lives to it. I know how much training goes into it. I also know how incredibly gay it is. And so I don't watch it. It probably doesn't help that (a) the media tries to shove figure skating down our throats and (b) every woman in the world likes watching figure skating. You know what else every woman in the world loves? Tom Jones. My point? Every Woman in the World (collectively) is an idiot.
So I left the room and went to the bar to watch a basketball game. Does that make me a bad person? I don't think so. I didn't want to watch figure skating. I didn't want to pester people who were. So I left. The only regret I have is that now my family knows how to make me leave the room. Just turn on figure skating.
At one point Friday night, I was flipping around the channels. The Olympics were on. I'm not a big fan of the Olympics. I find them incredibly boring. I don't have a reason. I don't NEED to have a reason. It just bores me. I made the mistake of telling my family about this. So, being the kind, loving family they are, they attacked me.
One of the things we argued about was whether ski jumping is a sport. I vehemently argued that it wasn't. Here's what ski jumpers do. They go off a long ramp. Their skis lie in grooves in the ramp. Then they launch themselves in the air and lean forward over their skis. And THIS is a sport? What skill does this involve? Um, aerodynamics? Why not just drop 2 guys out of a plane and give the medal to the first one to land? It makes NO sense to me!
Eventually, I flipped past figure skating and my sister-in-law kicked me in the head. I hate figure skating. I realize that it's not easy. I know people devote their whole lives to it. I know how much training goes into it. I also know how incredibly gay it is. And so I don't watch it. It probably doesn't help that (a) the media tries to shove figure skating down our throats and (b) every woman in the world likes watching figure skating. You know what else every woman in the world loves? Tom Jones. My point? Every Woman in the World (collectively) is an idiot.
So I left the room and went to the bar to watch a basketball game. Does that make me a bad person? I don't think so. I didn't want to watch figure skating. I didn't want to pester people who were. So I left. The only regret I have is that now my family knows how to make me leave the room. Just turn on figure skating.
