Hurdles

I worry, I worry. its the Peter Principle. Rising to the level of my incompetency. I fear that finance classes bring me closer and closer to my final incompetency; the discomfort is intense. Corp Fin will be the death of me.

I'm reading my other stuff way too casually. Its like the stress is so high, the workload is so high the only way to survive an dsurvive comfortably is to read away, chip away lightly. But I like economics. There's a difference. it gets my blood happy and stirring. I even thrive on its ambiguity.

I am going to be so unhappy when I finally reach that threshhold of no further achievement ever. Till then I am going to fight a little longer. Perhaps this is just a hurdle.

On another note: Egad, mine schnoz. I keep telling myself its not the nose, but the person peeking over it. Soon it's going to get really hard to peek over.