Posting here is my last official action on my PwC-owned laptop. This is my last day as an intern, and I will now take a one-year hiatus from the firm to finish my undergrad degree as well as start (and hopefully finish) my Masters of Business Administration in Finance. I've already been asked back to be an Associate in Fall 2008. At this moment, I'd say I am almost definitely going to accept the offer.
I'll probably post more frequently going forward. After my return from the Internship Development Program in Disney, that is. A paid trip to Disney? Man, these guys expect way too much from me.
Talk to you all on the other side of the Mouse.
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Friday, August 10, 2007
Friday, May 4, 2007
First off, I'd like to say thanks to all of you who've been reading so far. I'm up to 102 clicks as of this writing, and at least half of those aren't even mine!
Even though most of my posts have been political in nature, that's not what I'm completely about. Just been sorta riled up lately.
I'm working on Sunday. At a funeral home, to be more specific. No, I've never seen Six Feet Under so I don't know if it's the same. The funeral business, like any other business, is a business. I'm not a licensed funeral director (nor will I ever be), so I don't do the especially gruesome stuff. I'm an assistant to the funeral directors, nine men ranging in age from thirty-five to sixty-seven. When I'm not supervising wakes or performing mundane office tasks, I talk baseball, comedy, women, and life with some of the younger guys. I've never had a burning desire to work in a funeral home, I just needed money and a kid I knew from high school mentioned the good pay here.
After three years, I leave the place in a week. I'm interning for a Big 4 accounting firm this summer, a summer which I've been looking forward to more than any other. I'll be living at Fordham's Lincoln Center campus during the internship. Manhattan living has been a desire of mine since I was a boy of six, walking with my Mother in the cool December evenings of the truly magical Christmastime in the City. I always wondered why visit the magic when you can live among it.
Even though most of my posts have been political in nature, that's not what I'm completely about. Just been sorta riled up lately.
I'm working on Sunday. At a funeral home, to be more specific. No, I've never seen Six Feet Under so I don't know if it's the same. The funeral business, like any other business, is a business. I'm not a licensed funeral director (nor will I ever be), so I don't do the especially gruesome stuff. I'm an assistant to the funeral directors, nine men ranging in age from thirty-five to sixty-seven. When I'm not supervising wakes or performing mundane office tasks, I talk baseball, comedy, women, and life with some of the younger guys. I've never had a burning desire to work in a funeral home, I just needed money and a kid I knew from high school mentioned the good pay here.
After three years, I leave the place in a week. I'm interning for a Big 4 accounting firm this summer, a summer which I've been looking forward to more than any other. I'll be living at Fordham's Lincoln Center campus during the internship. Manhattan living has been a desire of mine since I was a boy of six, walking with my Mother in the cool December evenings of the truly magical Christmastime in the City. I always wondered why visit the magic when you can live among it.
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