No plan ever survives first contact with the enemy.
Just finished sorting through my reading for the first week — that packet could stop a bullet. Still tired and mildly hung over from the party at a chateau near Melun yesterday night (until 4 a.m.), amazing how many beautiful women attend this place. Danced and got pretty drunk on Bain’s budget (too bad the bar was pretty amateurish).
Lea, John, Wai, Isabelle
Feeling completely drained after the orientation week; my team finished a first project that left us feeling self-satisfied (alas we didn’t get to present it.) Did get a great reaction from the prof about “you and your fucking dog blankets” in class though. “Sorry about the fucking.”
Our group, together with another, went into the Fonty jungle for a team-building ropes course that left a bit of a sour taste in my mouth. I couldn’t shake the impression that it was almost geared towards manipulating us into doing things “for the sake of the team.” Frankly, tired and sweaty and hungry at the end I couldn’t help coming to the conclusion that, not to put too fine a point on it, fuck the team if there’s an easier way to get a task done. Suffering for the sake of suffering? No thanks. That, of course, was countered by the idea that “you’ll look bad if you go lone wolf and it goes bad.” Well hey, maybe they should teach management accountability alongside management accounting; if you take a decision and it goes tits up, stand by it.
Stumbling Around
Some initial tensions with housemates, god knows why. Without going into details, I think everyone’s a bit stressed and on edge. Maybe it’s just a result of living with younger people that I come across a bit curmudgeonly. Karin’s coming next weekend though, thank god. I hope she’s less stressed than I am.
Back to the coal mines..