Don't Worry. Buy Enron
22/04/2004 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. *Izzie slinks into Secret Diary Land and flops in a heap in front of the keyboard*
Nasty goblinses. Iz has finally managed to cross the dreaded 1000 word barrier for the nasty assignment due on Tuesday. In fact we have already got to 1150 and 1200 is the supposed maximum. But heck -who's counting.
All that remains now is to write a proper introduction and conclusion which between them are worth a ridiculous 20% of the mark. The first thing Iz looks at is always the marking guide. No point in wasting time on the bits that don't count at the expense of the parts that do. Been in too many group projects with people following the opposite philosophy and trying to drag the Iz down with them.
Oh - and of course - the utterly nasty, evil and totally time consuming reference list.
So looks like Iz will not be going to bed at 3am on Friday evening/Saturday morning after all and can even get started on the "Will she/ Won't she collect them this week" auditing questionses.
Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I'm actually paying for this punishment.
They have a totally unrealistic expectation that we are supposed to dredge up recent and relevant stuff to relate to all the dry theory. Iz went trawling over at her old Ministry website to find the tasty Enron tidbits. Iz always finds a way to toss Enron into everything. Greed is Good. Would so much like to see that movie "Wall Street" again just to see how utterly revoltingly bad to the bone that foul filthy miserable Michael Douglas is. Iz just visualizes him cast as Pilate or Hitler or even Lord Voldemort. But only one of those three had a sex life worth talking about so I guess he wouldn't be interested.
Iz had all the intentions in the world to go to Pinjarra today on the normal train and be there in time to watch the Wizard Train come and go. It turned out to be an absolutely gloriously gorgeous day for it too. But figured that there will always be another one next school holidays in June and that will be not diesel but a real proper steam train. Iz met a few people this evening on a suburban train dressed up as witches and such. They obviously had come back from the day trip to "Hogwarts"
But since Iz had not finished the assignment yesterday and would not be able to do any of it from Sunday to Tuesday - today and tomorrow were really the only days left. But we did get a little fix of sunshine. Was so nice to go to one of the old Izzie haunts and spend a whole 90 mins lounging around soaking in the sunshine at a cafe and reading the papers. Even boring beany stuff like mortgage securitization, competitive intelligence and the so called "invisible web" and one of Izzies' interests - ethical investments. After all - in capitalism, the votes are counted in the cash register and Iz is very fussy about who gets her silver sickleses.
Got some more cheapie Easter eggs and went on a visit to one of the wierd permaculture hippie urban gardens around here. Those folks are even crazier than Iz but have much greener thumbs. The latest addition to the interesting garden features are "Dip and Slyde" A Guy and gal both made out of junk - hubcaps, knives, forks, mattress springs - just about anything. They are just so quirky and cool. There is also a fabric dragon in the trees and a new rainbow serpent totem pole.
Izzie needs some house elves in her garden. Its' about the only thing belonging to the Izzie that isn't green.
Tomorrow, after more than a week's absence, will finally get to visit St Brutus again. Was last there on Easter Sunday. That was the last day of the photo exhibition with the pictures of Chernobyl. They were just so so creepy. Will get back to mentioning that here one day.
Will be so so relieved when this month is over. No more big nasty assignments - just the weekly ones - a big fat full moon and two weeks off work. May even get time to update the stupid spreadsheet files for the public speaking group. After 2 terms the poisoned chalice gets passed to the next sucker and Iz will no longer be treasurer. Bad Iz never even did a single financial statement during all that time. Just too damned busy with the theory that there ain't no time for the practical stuff.
Must be slinking off to the lair for a well deserved glass of jungle juice.
Nasty goblinses. Iz has finally managed to cross the dreaded 1000 word barrier for the nasty assignment due on Tuesday. In fact we have already got to 1150 and 1200 is the supposed maximum. But heck -who's counting.
All that remains now is to write a proper introduction and conclusion which between them are worth a ridiculous 20% of the mark. The first thing Iz looks at is always the marking guide. No point in wasting time on the bits that don't count at the expense of the parts that do. Been in too many group projects with people following the opposite philosophy and trying to drag the Iz down with them.
Oh - and of course - the utterly nasty, evil and totally time consuming reference list.
So looks like Iz will not be going to bed at 3am on Friday evening/Saturday morning after all and can even get started on the "Will she/ Won't she collect them this week" auditing questionses.
Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I'm actually paying for this punishment.
They have a totally unrealistic expectation that we are supposed to dredge up recent and relevant stuff to relate to all the dry theory. Iz went trawling over at her old Ministry website to find the tasty Enron tidbits. Iz always finds a way to toss Enron into everything. Greed is Good. Would so much like to see that movie "Wall Street" again just to see how utterly revoltingly bad to the bone that foul filthy miserable Michael Douglas is. Iz just visualizes him cast as Pilate or Hitler or even Lord Voldemort. But only one of those three had a sex life worth talking about so I guess he wouldn't be interested.
Iz had all the intentions in the world to go to Pinjarra today on the normal train and be there in time to watch the Wizard Train come and go. It turned out to be an absolutely gloriously gorgeous day for it too. But figured that there will always be another one next school holidays in June and that will be not diesel but a real proper steam train. Iz met a few people this evening on a suburban train dressed up as witches and such. They obviously had come back from the day trip to "Hogwarts"
But since Iz had not finished the assignment yesterday and would not be able to do any of it from Sunday to Tuesday - today and tomorrow were really the only days left. But we did get a little fix of sunshine. Was so nice to go to one of the old Izzie haunts and spend a whole 90 mins lounging around soaking in the sunshine at a cafe and reading the papers. Even boring beany stuff like mortgage securitization, competitive intelligence and the so called "invisible web" and one of Izzies' interests - ethical investments. After all - in capitalism, the votes are counted in the cash register and Iz is very fussy about who gets her silver sickleses.
Got some more cheapie Easter eggs and went on a visit to one of the wierd permaculture hippie urban gardens around here. Those folks are even crazier than Iz but have much greener thumbs. The latest addition to the interesting garden features are "Dip and Slyde" A Guy and gal both made out of junk - hubcaps, knives, forks, mattress springs - just about anything. They are just so quirky and cool. There is also a fabric dragon in the trees and a new rainbow serpent totem pole.
Izzie needs some house elves in her garden. Its' about the only thing belonging to the Izzie that isn't green.
Tomorrow, after more than a week's absence, will finally get to visit St Brutus again. Was last there on Easter Sunday. That was the last day of the photo exhibition with the pictures of Chernobyl. They were just so so creepy. Will get back to mentioning that here one day.
Will be so so relieved when this month is over. No more big nasty assignments - just the weekly ones - a big fat full moon and two weeks off work. May even get time to update the stupid spreadsheet files for the public speaking group. After 2 terms the poisoned chalice gets passed to the next sucker and Iz will no longer be treasurer. Bad Iz never even did a single financial statement during all that time. Just too damned busy with the theory that there ain't no time for the practical stuff.
Must be slinking off to the lair for a well deserved glass of jungle juice.
