Mary and I stopped at Starbucks this afternoon after doing some shopping, and it was an interesting experience. There weren't a whole lot of people there, but everyone seemed to be doing something interesting. I watched a couple of people sitting at one table, one of whom appeared to be interviewing the other. I wish I could have heard what they were talking about. Damn my hearing. At another table, two young women were working on a project that appeared to involve a lot of number crunching and doodling with calculators. It reminded me of my days in college when I was a business administration major, and how I, the operations management major, helped the marketing and personnel management majors with their statistics homework. There's a lot about those days that I miss.
I'm giving serious thought to going back to school to continue my education. I'd love to major in economics, or in operations research. Or in creative writing, or theater, or communications or any of a number of different things that I find interesting. I mean, I feel like the years that I spent in college were wasted on acquiring job skills that, in the final analysis, I never used. At least, I never used the ones that I learned in class. I've spent a lot of time using the skills that I was never taught to use. Oh, I had a few courses in computer programming, and a few courses in accounting, and a course or two in marketing, finance, production management, statistics, etc., but I'm not sure that I ever really used much of what I learned there. For the most part, I spent my college years drinking beer and playing pinball, using nicotine, caffeine and the occasional prescription drug to get myself through the education part of getting an education. During one period of time, I would pull an all-nighter at least once a week, not because I had to, but because I just liked the idea of being up when no one else was. I couldn't do it now, I don't think. Nor would I want to. But, you know, there are times that I miss it. There are times I miss living on coffee, cigarettes, beer and food from hot dog stands. I miss dreaming up scenarios of companies in trouble and fixing their problems. I miss crunching numbers just for the hell of it. It sounds weird, but the fact is, that's the stuff that appealed to me at one time in my life, and there's a part of me that still finds it appealing. Maybe that's where I was going with Tony Reardon's story, that I put back out here a couple of months ago. Maybe I'm just trying to recapture those days.
I ought to get back to that, you know what I'm saying?