I hate homework
I am absolutely FED UP with homework. Sick to death of it. I can't tell you how many hours I've spent writing a stupid case analysis on the 3M Company. The firm is pretty cool. It came up with Scotch tape and Thinsulate and Post-It Notes. But there's only so many times you can write the word "innovation" in one paper before you want to just beat yourself silly with your textbook.
I am currently on my 9th page of single-spaced type on this company, and I am ready to scream. I'm not done yet, either. I have to put together my recommendations for future 3M strategy.
Given the amount of work I've already put into this paper, here's my recommendation: Make more Post-It Notes. Maybe create some cool new colors. Oh, wait, you've already done that. Okay, make them in different sizes. Nope, that's been done. Okay, maybe just for kicks, see about making the world's largest Post-It Note and scoring a Guinness Book of World Records mention. It'll be good PR.
All this is just for my paper this week. Last week was Boeing. The week before was Wal-Mart. I think Tyco is teed up and waiting for next week. Oh, goody.
On top of writing these lovely little tomes, I'm running my imaginary company, which involves figuring out R&D, pricing, advertising, sales, forecasting, production, human resources, total quality management initatives, finance. Each round represents a year. This week, because my instructor is a cruel, evil man, we've moved to two rounds per week, due Mondays and Thursdays. I'd say we've been spending about 8 to 10 hours designing each round, and now we have to do that twice every week.
When I'm all done with the papers and the business simulation, I get to write a discussion board post that typically involves answering two to three questions, presumably legibly and with original ideas.
As of today, I am one month away from graduation. One stinkin' lousy month. Given the amount of work, though, it feels like eternity.
I feel marginally better knowing that M is slogging through this with me. Our relationship has devolved to sending IMs to each other (I'm upstairs, he's down) saying, "This sucks. This really blows."
Needless to say, this is why I haven't been blogging. I do hope to return to it eventually, if my brain isn't drizzling out of my ear by Dec. 18 and I'm not found cowering in a corner, twitching and muttering, "Post-Its...must innovate...Post-Its..."
I am currently on my 9th page of single-spaced type on this company, and I am ready to scream. I'm not done yet, either. I have to put together my recommendations for future 3M strategy.
Given the amount of work I've already put into this paper, here's my recommendation: Make more Post-It Notes. Maybe create some cool new colors. Oh, wait, you've already done that. Okay, make them in different sizes. Nope, that's been done. Okay, maybe just for kicks, see about making the world's largest Post-It Note and scoring a Guinness Book of World Records mention. It'll be good PR.
All this is just for my paper this week. Last week was Boeing. The week before was Wal-Mart. I think Tyco is teed up and waiting for next week. Oh, goody.
On top of writing these lovely little tomes, I'm running my imaginary company, which involves figuring out R&D, pricing, advertising, sales, forecasting, production, human resources, total quality management initatives, finance. Each round represents a year. This week, because my instructor is a cruel, evil man, we've moved to two rounds per week, due Mondays and Thursdays. I'd say we've been spending about 8 to 10 hours designing each round, and now we have to do that twice every week.
When I'm all done with the papers and the business simulation, I get to write a discussion board post that typically involves answering two to three questions, presumably legibly and with original ideas.
As of today, I am one month away from graduation. One stinkin' lousy month. Given the amount of work, though, it feels like eternity.
I feel marginally better knowing that M is slogging through this with me. Our relationship has devolved to sending IMs to each other (I'm upstairs, he's down) saying, "This sucks. This really blows."
Needless to say, this is why I haven't been blogging. I do hope to return to it eventually, if my brain isn't drizzling out of my ear by Dec. 18 and I'm not found cowering in a corner, twitching and muttering, "Post-Its...must innovate...Post-Its..."
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