Wed night

Econometrics exam went horribly and I went home glum going through the "What If?" cycle once again. The "What If?" cycle happens whenever you're feeling particularly low or unsecure and consists of phrases such as "What if I don't get into Stanford?", "What if I don't even get an interview at Goldman Sachs/Merrill Lynch?", "What if I FAIL THIS CLASS?" and other such dour phrases. When in the "What If?" cycle avoid all trade services like mad because one look at the guy behind the counter at the convience store/grocery/doughnut shop and you start imagining working there one day and you feel like killing yourself. Or running away Robinson Crusoe style and hiding off on a SEAsian island somewhere to spend your days sucking the juice out of coconuts squatting on the hot steaming sands like an ape. Because that would be better than the braincrushing monotony of a job you hate and a workplace you don't respect. At least you could climb trees.

Went out with Jess last night to drown our sorrows in cheap beer and bad pool and ended up at Hurley's, an Irish pub with Irish live music. Which translates into enough fiddles and flutes abd kneeslapping and lamenting to keep the Irish up all night. :P To our surprise Hurley's is a pub where business people hung out so we were quickly joined by 2 middle-aged guys who bought us beer. Bill, a blonde Californian who had clearly done Botox was obviously looking to pick up and Richard,his Toronto/Canadian contact, was just there because Bill dragged him along. We talked, we drank and at around 2 we went off for sheesha.

R. went back to his hotel because he had an early day the next day and Bill tagged along because he'd never tried sheesha before. The silly guys thought it was pot! Once Bill started sobering up with numerous cups of mint tea and hookah he was pretty fun to hang out with.

It was a fun time playing dominoes and talking because I really enjoy talking to people who are currently working. R. & B. were both in Montreal for a business trip for their large security company (who BTW made our school ID cards!) so it gave us a chance to see what it's like in the workplace and to hang out with people who are potentially going to be the ones interviewing us in the near future. Plus, the nice thing about older men is that they always pay the tab smoothly and are so much more fun to talk to. Honesstly, the nice thing with older guys is that if you even open your mouth to talk about the bill they're extremely insulted. And that's the way it should be. My company's worth a couple of beers and tea ;) So I came to the stunning conclusion last night that the reason I like older men so much is because guys my age tend to be easily intimidated by strong independent women and are consequently inherently hostile, making them no fun at all.