I’m listening to The Woods again. I made myself wait a whole 4 days, but it’s just as good as I remember (and before you say that it’s ridiculous that I might forget something after four days, let me remind you that I’ve been trapped in a compound living and breathing accounting since Sunday morning, so I remember little beyond my own name and how to calculate direct labour efficiency variance) and, despite the big change in sound & style, shoves me around just as much as Dig Me Out or Call The Doctor do.

Today was much easier (for me, anyway) than the previous three. Management accounting is much better than financial accounting ’cause it’s logical. Financial requires you to learn a whole slew of rules, many of which defy common sense. Management’s easier; it’s just math and thinking like…well, a manager rather than an accountant.

So far this week the prof has made an analogy to sex (during the revenue recognition portion…something about ‘too early’) and made a reference to ‘Pimp My Ride’. Seriously. I’m glad she’s the prof; I can’t even imagine how hideous this class would be if we had a hump teaching it.

Day 4 and still no ice cream or dessert. Right leg hurts like a motherfucker from lack of stretching (see last night’s post).

There’s a rumour that ours will be the last MBA class my company sponsors. So that makes us lucky, I suppose. Just doesn’t feel like it right now, in the thick of accounting. Oh well; at least I didn’t leave the classroom today wanting to jump in front of a train.

I. Fucking. Hate. Cash flow statements.

Tonight, badminton (!) was the sport of choice in the gym. I needed some exercise, so I decided to pick up a racket for the first time since high school. Biiiiiiiig mistake. It was fun, but I didn’t stretch (I figured it would be some people doinking it back and forth, but there were lots of other people who’d played competitively before) and I played for over an hour. Three doubles matches (we won 2) and two singles (I won both). It was good to get a good sweat going, and I’m not that tired, but my muscles are gonna be sore from lunging and shit.

Jesus, I’m out of shape. But at least I have more power now than I had when I was 145 pounds…

So the Heat lost. Too bad; I’d liked to have seen them win the whole thing, just to rub Kobe’s face in it, but I guess it’s good for Detroit to prove they’e not just a fluke.

Today’s looking like another roaring good time. I’ll say this for the class: it goes quickly. She doesn’t slow down much, and we’re always pounding away (I killed about twenty pieces of paper yesterday), so by the time you think to look at the clock it’s nearly lunch.

Hmmm…I suspect one of those “pancakes” I just ate was Che reincarnate, as it seems there’s guerrilla warfare being waged in my stomach. Ugh.

…the only thing keeping me sane right now is Explosions In The Sky. Especially “Memorial”.

The food’s already beginning to wear on us. It’s amazing how many days in a row you can serve some “chicken” in some guise or another. To piss us off even more, we discover that there was some sort of carefully hidden made-to-order hamburger option, but we (unaware) ate the pork and the very alarming bowtie pasta.

Today was revenue recognition, inventory, bonds and something else I don’t quite remember. I shall find out soon, once the “homework” commences. I shall do as much as I can; I’d like to watch game 7 between detroit and Miami tonight. Furthermore, it’s killing me that there’s a full-fledged basketball game going on in the gym right now, and I’m at my desk about to start on FIFO and LIFO.

Like the brownies weren’t enough…they’ve brought back the ice cream!

Just to torture us a little more, the weather is supposed to be warm and primarily sunny for the rest of the week. Out my window I can see the courtyard grass and big comfy lawn chairs, not to mention the empty gym (where last night I managed to sneak in a little solo hoops, at least). Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Day 1 down. Just finished a bunch of work. Now, to hit the shower and then the bar.