Stressful

Meeting new people is difficult, especially when they’re intimidating investment bankers. I was at a casual networking meeting today, trying to impress the people who will be interviewing me on Monday. This is difficult to do, primarily because investment bankers have no lives. It’s hard to find activities that I have in common with them because they don’t really do that many things. So, we have no common point from which we can talk about things. Still, the networking went pretty well except for the last person I talked to. I introduced myself and asked her if she knew someone else in the New York office, where she was from. She replied that she did, and then she said, “Don’t you recognize me?” Quickly scanning my memory, I responded, “Yeah, you were at the info session, right?” Wrong. We were in the same investment club last year! I think it’s pretty unreasonable to think that I would have remembered her, though. I mean, she never even introduced herself to me. Maybe I would have known her if she knew how to pronounce my name.

Then, I come home and decide to make myself a ham, cheese, and egg sandwich after my stressful two hours. I turn on the stove and see that for some reason, the frying pan isn’t getting any hotter. I look over at the dials, and realize that I lit the wrong burner; the burner I lit has a large glass casserole dish on it. I reach to take it off when it EXPLODES. Fortunately, I jumped back and didn’t suffer anything except for a few minor scratches. It seriously scared the shit out of me.