Forgetful Jones

#177: Remembers Her Blog's Birthday

I knew something was up today. I just wasn't sure. And I was too lazy to open my diary the night before. Reading about betas of assets, risk-free rates and the risk premiums on the market portfolio is not the type of thing that charges you with energy, you know. (It's interesting. For some twisted reason, I'm liking Finance.) I just knew that I wanted to get to school by 8am to read up on arbitrages and futures contracts and technical things I really didn't care about before my MBA.

And as with all grand plans, it amounted to nothing. I remember saying to myself, "Why kill yourself over it? You can always sleep in and read another time." But the Lord just woke me up at exactly 6am and I found myself sitting on the bed wondering what it was about today that was different.

It's my blog's birthday. That I know. Happy Birthday, Blog. Back to sleep.

7am. OH SHOOT!!! That's it!!! I RSVP'd to that Salt & Shein thing! It's a limited-slot session on an aspect of the Marketing Communications field here in Sydney!!! Ack!!! There was no way I was going to make it to school in time!

Got to school at 8:05. Panting. I can be forgiven for being 5 mins late, right? I frantically look around for some guy looking like he's Mr. Salt. Nope. No one. Not even a clue that there was a session somewhere going on. I rushed to open my laptop, check my emails... and lo and behold, at 8:10, I find out that the session is being conducted in the city. AAAACCCCCCKKKKKKK!!! Wrong venue! Someone hang me. Now.

But what can I do? Catch the bus, get there at 8:45am for a thing that ends at 9? Call attention to my stupidity? It's a mess. I am a mess. I need to get my life in order.

"It happens to the best of us," one Executive MBA student tells me. I find out afterwards that he's here in the student lounge too because he forgot about his Statistics class and was too late to attempt to attend it.

I print out a couple of things to console myself. At least some other parts of my life are taking shape. I check my entries from a year ago and try to see if I've grown. I think I have. Grown senile, probably. But also in other ways. I have moved forward. And so this blog birthday is a happy one.

Happy Birthday Blog!

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P.S.
Happy Birthday Profiler! I think it was around this time last year that I forgot your birthday. See, THAT I remember. =)