Finally! After six years of part-time graduate school, an experience I describe as death by a thousand cuts, I can now add three additional letters after my name; M.B.A. They'll look great next to the C.P.A. and S.O.B. And as irony would have it, I read an interesting and germane quote on my Cup-O-Bucks as I was just getting started on my final final exam. "If you’re successful at the wrong thing, the mix of praise and money and opportunity can lock you in forever (Po Pronson)." Shit. Are those words the metaphorical finger-nail picking at my career scab? The C.P.A. and M.B.A. have been/will be useful from a career perspective, but they don't fill the vocational void that can only be addressed by something I've heard referred to as "a calling."
Shit. Now what? Hmm... I'm looking to my wife, mutt and Hitachino Sweet Stout for inspiration. Two of the three are drinking beer and one is a beer. Shit. Now what?