And this post doesn't even MENTION the GMAT...
Life has been pretty stressfull in the Leah camp recently ("So what else is new?! Leah, we are so freakin boored of hearing you talk about how stressed you are. LIFE is HARD; get over it already!") I am currently interviewing people (again for the millionth time) for part-time gallery help; i unfortunately needed to let go of the last person, and that makes two firings in a row in the span of just one month, and i am beginning to wonder if the problem is not that the people i hire are necessarily incompetent, but that i am just an awful manager.
Well, only time will tell. After two years go by i will really be able to see if i can hold onto retail help. And then i will promptly kill myself, because never ever in my life did i imagine that i would waste away two whole years of my adulthood as a manager of a dinky jewelry store.
In your life, was there a clear precise moment when your childhood dreams finally died? Did it get better after that?