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Sep. 26th, 2005 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jebbypalB survived yet another graduate group retreat today. It sounded like it was pretty painful. He doesn't do well when he hears people talk about a subject and illustrate how they know nothing about the field/technique/science in general. From his descriptions, the profs that were speaking from his group were raising the bar for idiotic science. If he has too many of these things to go to, he's going to give him self a stroke from stress. Fortunately, he got to go home and study business for the CFA exam that he finally PAID THE MONEY TO SIGN UP TO TAKE. *rolls eyes* He's been talking about it and buying the books (and studying) for almost a full year but kept talking himself out of paying for it on the basis of it costs a lot of money and stuff (which it does---I think at the date he signed up for, it was 700. It increases w/ price the closer the date gets. He's taking it spring sometime).
Of course, he's all "I have all the books when you change your mind and decide to study business". To which I had to explain exactly how much I have to struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head when he starts rambling about stocks, futures and financial markets. I may not love science, but give me a good or mediocre science paper any day over the business news. And not that I think it's difficult, I just couldn't care less and I can't make myself care. Granted, B generally explains it in a manner that I can pay attention (ie, quickly and lively), but still. Not happening. I'll run for public office first.
Oh...and just for a fun picture in your head --- his socially inept, hygiene and life challenged roomate has decided that he (the roomate, not B) needs to get a girlfriend (preferably wife so they can't run away) to take care of him because he doesn't know how to feed or clothe himself. This revelation came after he finally reached the conclusion that all the sores he has is probably due to the way he eats (or doesn't in some cases). I also pointed out to B that the fact the guy hurts his joints every time he does situps probably indicates that he already has scurvy and rickets.
Of course, that brought me to the fact that I don't know anyone who would put up w/ picking up after this guys filth enough that would actually date him. And the only ones I could think of tend to be in abusive relationships and I don't think that B's roomate would ever fulfill their stereotypes.
And now I'm going to try to get myself to bed before 12:30 am since I HAVE to go and take my pants to the cleaners tomorrow before work to get them hemmed before next week.
Of course, he's all "I have all the books when you change your mind and decide to study business". To which I had to explain exactly how much I have to struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head when he starts rambling about stocks, futures and financial markets. I may not love science, but give me a good or mediocre science paper any day over the business news. And not that I think it's difficult, I just couldn't care less and I can't make myself care. Granted, B generally explains it in a manner that I can pay attention (ie, quickly and lively), but still. Not happening. I'll run for public office first.
Oh...and just for a fun picture in your head --- his socially inept, hygiene and life challenged roomate has decided that he (the roomate, not B) needs to get a girlfriend (preferably wife so they can't run away) to take care of him because he doesn't know how to feed or clothe himself. This revelation came after he finally reached the conclusion that all the sores he has is probably due to the way he eats (or doesn't in some cases). I also pointed out to B that the fact the guy hurts his joints every time he does situps probably indicates that he already has scurvy and rickets.
Of course, that brought me to the fact that I don't know anyone who would put up w/ picking up after this guys filth enough that would actually date him. And the only ones I could think of tend to be in abusive relationships and I don't think that B's roomate would ever fulfill their stereotypes.
And now I'm going to try to get myself to bed before 12:30 am since I HAVE to go and take my pants to the cleaners tomorrow before work to get them hemmed before next week.