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School sucks. I’ve really grown tired of not having any free time. Wasn’t Memorial Day just like a week ago? Hopefully, this will be the last of the semesters of my time being totally eaten away. Honestly, there is almost comfort in the last semester anyway, as I won’t be in the midst of any huge life change for a few more months. Come February I’ll be bitching about how nobody will hire a bartender to do other work, or that I can’t find any money for my business. Oh well.
The meeting went well enough yesterday with my professor. I didn’t have as much info as I would have liked, but she didn’t seem to mind. But I’d better get going, only 15 weeks left. Finding the rhythm of each semester is always a challenge. Professor was impressed by what I did know about the competitors in the industry, but why wouldn’t I know that? I work in the liquor industry. But seriously, most people probably don’t know that there are only a handful of companies that own everything on the booze shelf, and I had to find out which ones owned which pre-made cocktails. It took me awhile, but I think I have it nailed down.
On another note, the professor, her name is Bridges, and I chatted about stuff. She wanted to know about my work, and I told her all about the rich farmers that come in that dress and smell like shit, how you wouldn’t know their worth million, unless you knew. She told me the story about some old man she used to sit next to riding the train into Chicago when she was younger. This old man would be dropped off at the El station with his wife driving some older, modest Ford sedan. He’d be wearing some cheap looking, not ratty, but not nice grey suit. His name was Lee. He was always friendly, but quiet. One day, another guy friend of hers asked her if she knew who the old guy was. She said, “That’s Lee.” No, who is he? He’s the CEO of (I didn’t know the company that Bridges said, but I surmised that it was big and powerful). She didn’t believe the guy, and actually called the company to ask who the CEO was. Leland Anderson. So it was true. We had a little discussion about how when you reach a certain level of wealth you have nothing to prove anymore. You don’t need to drive the $300,000 Benz because anyone who matters knows who you are no matter what you drive. It’s almost an “in your face” to all those still trying to make it and prove something.
I thought to myself, Great. I thought I had to aspire to the Rolls. Now I have to strive towards the fifteen year old Ford?