l E past weekend I had one of those that are hard to forget, not only because I slept 15 hours, if not for the reason that caused this.
turns out that a year ago my wife decided to continue our studies and pursue a Masters in Business Administration (sounds boring?) With emphasis on finance (this is masochism!), The thing is we have one year left to live to succeed to achieve this purpose, so far everything had gone well, we had teachers excellent, most eminent, a couple of regulars and as usual, no lack of hair in the soup, one (or two, depending on who you ask) very bad.
seems to be a professor of expertise, for some, is the equivalent of viagra because it helps them lift the ... ego, nothing wrong with that if it were not that feel good to have that make you feel miserable all we have to endure. Three-hour sessions and classes are challenging enough for any professor of vocation, especially in a post-graduate course, to try to help their students learn something, at least a list of books and websites to turn to when imagination and reasoning are exhausted, if we add the above low self-esteem, few friends and little success in life you can imagine what can happen.
all started at about 10 am about a month, first day of classes, Strategic Direction, that a nice name for a subject, my first problem was to tell the professor that my job was just coordinate the strategic planning process at the company where I work, the second was to make a trivial observation that if I did not think we should define what is strategy by explaining the process, the following error was to give the definition ... . A month later, it should accept as a dogma of faith any methodology, format, description or occurrence that is exposed by this great guru ....
Well, are things that happen in third world countries.
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