Crimson Commiseration

I love a boss who promises to "physically beat" people for me. I really do. I just wish he wasn't such a damn overachiever the rest of the time.

Whitecastle: Your average in that class should be over 100.

Moi: Um, no pressure or anything.

Whitecastle: Come on, the class is a cakewalk. I think I got 110.

The problem with going to school right across the street from where I work-- and it's a huge problem-- is that everyone at work has been through it. Everyone knows about the courses I'm taking. Has worked with my professors. And everyone is taking away my one great pleasure of school: Complaining about the academic rigors of Haaaaavuhd University. It's the one thing I have to hold on to, people.

Whitecastle: Have you learned SAS yet?

Moi: No, I've only been in school for a month.

Whitecastle: It's been 2 months. You said you've already had exams.

Moi: In accounting. I can balance a balance sheet.

Whitecastle: That's not going to help you. Unless you drop out and have to balance books.

First Father, now Whitecastle, why must everyone equate accounting with dropping out? I am so lacking in positive reinforcement today.