Getting My MBA

So, this is it. I am embarking on a great journey: my quest to obtain a piece of paper that I hope will bring lots of other pieces of paper my way!

Just to clarify, the first piece of paper is my diploma bearing the hallowed words, “Master of Business Administration”. You know, a pointy-hair, a suit, a heartless jerk.

The rest of the papers are, of course, small unmarked bills. American currency. US Dollars. Cash. Money. Moolah.

Because, let’s be real here. I have ideals and goals and dreams. Some of my dreams involve helping others and doing things that benefit lots of people. But I haven’t seen a dream yet that doesn’t have a price tag. Not all of the price tags are in dollars, mind you, but they all have a cost.

One of my dreams that has come true is to have a family. I have a wonderful and long-suffering wife and some terrific kids. But, as anyone who has kids knows, there is a price. I’m not just talking about the cubic dollars required to provide bushels of food and keep them clothed. I’m talking about the effort and sacrifice it takes to raise a good kid. This isn’t bragging. I’m not the greatest father in the world. I have invested in my kids, though, and they’re terrific people.

Besides, I would like to keep paying my mortgage. It’s hard to clean up for an interview for CEO of Enron when you’re sleeping on the street. Okay, maybe it works for Enron, but not for Exxon.

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