Net-----------work

It was networking night. So I tried, as I know how, to network. Basically that meant shaking hands, flashin smiles, taking name cards with two hands, asking questions that I dont need to know. Yet. And that was how it worked. Insightful nonetheless. Not motivating anyhow. I'm Even more certain now then ever that when I leave the compounds of school its all going to be about the money. It'll drive your actions, wherever you go, whatever you do, whatever you say.

You ask me how great it feels to be graduating next year. And this is how great its gonna be. I'm gonna cook up the books, succumb to please my clients so that I get my higher pay. I'm gonna have a greater elastic ethical band so that I stretch my way up to the top. Because the very first question you ask me will be how much my pay is. Because the way you're gonna judge me is by the type of car I drive. Because. Because thats the way its gonna be.

But because I also know how in the end I'm just gonna be left with me. I shall make Mr M come secondary. So please. Ask me sth else. Ask me if I love what I do. Ask me that. Bring me back.