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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Putting the Horse Before the Cart [Edit 2]

ONE: For one of the companies that unwittingly pays me to write this crap, dysfunction is an operating principle. I just got out of a meeting in which a divisional head wagged her finger at the assembled vice presidents of marketing and business development and admonished, "Let's be careful that we're not putting the horse before the cart." Of course she meant exactly the opposite of what she said, but nobody at the table winced, giggled, or or even noticed the malapropism. Perhaps I'm the odd man out. Perhaps I'm wrong to think that horses should precede carts, that ducks should form orderly lines, that early birds are fed well, that monkey business is necessarily bad business. But what do I know? This company was perverting sound business principles before I was even a tail-lasher in a spoonful of briney seminal fluid.

TWO: Wharton's Graduate Association Store brags that "last year over 85% of Wharton students joined Pub!" That's admirable, but the real question is this: who are these people? What is the overlap of the group of people who opt out of pub to the group of people who study hard enough to make the "Director's List" (top 10% of class based on their GPA)? Are 15% of my classmates asocial losers? (To be fair, friends at top business schools across the country tell me that there are some classmates they never see at social functions.) The idea that all MBA seekers are equally enthusiastic about socializing is as stupid as the idea that all graduates of a certain program are obligated to be effervescent, personable kissers of pimpled applicant ass.

THREE: Who are you people that are coming here because someone emailed you my URL? Please drop me a line (either email or comment) and let me know what someone found compelling (or horrific) enough to warrant an email to approximately 50 of his closest friends. The email was sent on Sunday, but clickthroughs are still happening today. Who are you? Why do you come here? And while I'm talking about logs, I'd like to say hello to frequent visitors from Goldman Sachs, McKinsey, University of Chicago, Palo Alto, Columbia U., Delhi, Yongsan, Dallas, Phoenix, Memphis, Boston, Yahoo, Google, and the federal penitentiary in Alderson, West Virginia (Martha, is that you?). Just so you don't think I'm bragging: 50% of my site traffic views these pages for less than five seconds.

Edit 1: Minor edits to make it more better. Updated last number in last paragraph to reflect that fact that more individuals have decided to linger on this site for a full six seconds before returning to the porn that they were surfing previously.

Edit 2: Corrected some dumb redundancy in first paragraph.

5 Comments:

Blogger nobdy said...

I like to take a positive view of my future classmates and imagine that they are making up for lost time and erasing regrets by fornicating like they never fornicated as undergraduates.

I try to avoid imagining my classmates in their Ikea-decorated, overpriced 1BR apartments. I try not to imagine them stooped over some dry accounting text and looking up, every thirty minutes on the 6s and 12s, to blink the prescribed four times and to reread the inspirational quote on the calendar that sits on the wall opopsite. I try not to imagine the calendar consisting of some sappy picture of collegiate rowers on a mist-shrouded lake accompanied by a subititle in some cheesy script font to the effect of: "Persistence: the ability to keep on keeping on." This I try not to do, because when I do imagine such a scene, I want to punch myself in the nuts.

1/25/2005 04:33:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I suspect the 15% of the class is actually the smarter part, which realizes that when living in Philadelphia it does not change whether you join the Pub Club or not.

You will anyway have a big time there.

Or not?

1/26/2005 05:44:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually, that 15% that does not join Pub are often bigger partiers than those that join. It's easy to go to Pub from 6-8, have a few beers, and say, "Wow, Van Wilder has got nothing on me" and consider your social obligations for the evening done.

However, those 15% often just don't really care for beer or jug wine, realize that companies sponsor 2 pubs/month where everyone can attend, and their are plenty of Thursday night social options where one can spend their energy.

Actually a few years ago, Whartonites could bring guests to Pub for free and it was quite the swinging social pad. For a brief moment, every student looked dead sexy when they were able to say, "Hey, want to come to Pub with me?" But alas the swinging singles scene is gone.

1/26/2005 09:18:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sorry, forgot to sign that last comment about non-Pub go'ers being partiers.

xxoo
DeadHedge

Maybe I should be forced to create a blogspot profile or face revocation of my gmail account so I don't have to double post when I forget to sign.

1/26/2005 09:20:00 AM  
Blogger nobdy said...

You're right... especially now that we're, on average, about five years older than we were as undergrads...

1/28/2005 05:10:00 AM  

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