Beans

I felt out of place. I don't know why. It was as if I expected at any moment a hand on my shoulder and an authoritarian voice saying Hello, Chummy. Shouldn't you be moving on now? This place is only for intelligent people ...

So, I've obviously got a bit of an inferiority complex ... (I tried for a superiority complex but I couldn't afford the rental) ... so, I was born on the wrong side of the tracks ... so, my career makes Brownian motion seem A to B (that is the statutory physicist's joke as required by the EU comedic writing 2001 mandatory regulations sub-clause) ... so, what? you say.

So what, indeed?

For me it's something. The start of a change in my career, work and lifestyle. The start of an MBA. Three years of mental torture followed by the purchase of a shiny suit ...

Ach, yes., you say. There are enough MBAs floating around to swallow a shoal of corporate goldfish. You're right of course. In world terms it's doesn't amount to a hill of beans ... but this is my hill and these are my beans - (Humphrey Bogart lives :-))

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