I’ve been focusing on some minutia in my last few posts and realized it was probably time for a new rant. Not an epic rant this time, but still, it’s a start.

I started taking my first grad class yesterday. I’m working on an MBA through U. of Phoenix. I’m pretty much up to speed with the internet and working “virtually,” so I figured it couldn’t be all that hard to take classes online too. I may have made a slight tactical misunderestimation of the level of work that was going to be involved. I was expecting a cakewalk… a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, here’s your degree kind of experience. I’ve spent the better part of the last two nights reading my online “book” and responding to a stack of discussion questions, posting my biography, and saying “hello” to my new classmates. I didn’t sign up for this to be hard. I wanted something for nothing. I wanted the American Plan, goddamnit.

Oh well, what the fuck is one more thing to do every day. Bloody hell.