I know what I did this summerJune 01, 2008
I have just started classes for Advanced Accounting and Cost Accounting & Financial Management. Of course, they have been very convenie...
I have just started classes for Advanced Accounting and Cost Accounting & Financial Management. Of course, they have been very conveniently timed. My classes usually take place in the middle of the night and continue for a good two hours. The centre is something like a high security fortress. Just as you enter, Prime Academy's watchmen Mamas with eyes that would put a hawk to shame will do a full scrutiny. My poor friend A got a earful from one mama for wearing "Baniyan without collar". But honestly, its no joke, being in that class. You are in the midst of a sea of people, 600 odd students to be precise, and apart from trying to keep your brain awake and eyes open, you have to come with the terms with the fact that the problems in the workbook are pretty much Greek and Spanish. And on top of that MPV (accounts prof) will be doing rounds to check on your progress. And if you are caught lagging behind/sleeping/slacking/scribbling, well, as he puts it, "it is simppply not acceptable". The clases run till the 1st week of October. Joy.
But on a more serious note, MPV is an awesome teacher. I have never seen anyone handle a class of 600 more deftly than he does. I have also never seen a chartered accountant with a bigger mustache.
Lesson learned: If you are to stay awake in class you must have had adequate sleep the previous night. But if you're like me, you must wake your mom up and blackmail her into making double strong filter coffee for you.
Amma told me that she had fixed a "checkup" with a "lady doctor" in the Hospital. Upon arrival, we were whisked away to the waiting room. My suspicion regarding the lady doctor's lady-ness was aroused when I read the name plate (Dr.Gopinath, it said.) and as I walked in, they were confirmed. The lady doctor was a man, a bald man to be precise, which made him very unladylike. I think this experience took the word 'awkward' to a whole new level for me.
Lesson learned: Next time you book an appointment with a lady doc, make sure you say that you want to see the lady doctor who is a lady.
Office drama! I got screamed at in my client office by a rather grumpy assistant general manager uncle who had digestion problems. I had a bunch of unwanted accusations aimed at me, and me being the braveheart that I am, started wailing. My water faucets went into full blast mode and I'm just sniffling and bawling. Honestly, I am slightly ashamed of myself for creating such a fuss but I will strongly vouch for the fact that the blasting (It included the gem - "I AM NOT AN OFFICE BOY!". Ofcourse you're not an Office 'boy' sir, You're an office uncle. Trust me to come up with witty retorts 3 days after the after the actual conversation.) were totally unwarranted sicne I had not even screwed up My bawling didn't go unnoticed, it became quite an issue, went right upto the MD. Grumpy also apologised, but then again, I wish I hadn't cried. I would have complained nevertheless, but the crying made me feel like one fool. When I repeated the story to my dad amidst bawls, he got scared naturally. Dialogues like "Who's that guy? I'll come to your office right now and have a go at him" came up but after I had calmed down he told me very slowly that most 65+ working uncles were senile and that you had to leave them alone if you actually want to get some work done.
Lesson learned : If you are to convey an issue of such delicacy, I'd recommend you cry and then complain. If you're going to do both at the same time, you will not only agitate your senior/manager but choke on the terrible saltiness of your own tears as well. Which is not nice.
Started studying for B.Com. Knowing me and my big fat ego, I had put off studying for my B.Com exams as something extremely simple. Opening my books I realized that it was not. And I have completely forgotten the technique of studying. I open the book and stare at it for 5 minutes, after which I have these intense urges to pick up my phone and talk for an hour or something. So my study chart goes like 5 minutes-1 hour break-25 minutes-head nodding off-sleep.
Lesson learned: Old habits, die hard.