Fun Times of Senior Year

Hell week has arrived ladies and gentlemen. No, I am not talking about the traditional hell week that athletes of most sports undergo. My hell week revolves around the completion of many major class projects. 

The first of my major projects to be due is an internal analysis of Deloitte's tax compliance sector. Typically, this project would be a breeze for any of my other business classes, but this time it is different. Let me first start by saying the only good part about this situation is that I am in a group with five others who share the work equally. Anyways, instead of having the material and information that we need available to complete the assignment, that is not the case this time. Deloitte is not willing to share almost any information that we need to make appropriate assessments and conclusions on its internal goals and strategies. How are we supposed to understand the company if all we have available to us is the vague information it shares on its homepage? 

The second major project I must do is for my communication capstone. We must turn in a rough draft of our capstone project by Friday. Granted this is not the full paper, only the literature review, method, and timeline for next semester, it is still a lot of work. The rough drafts average around twelve pages of research. I am not the fastest writer, so this assignment is going to be rough for me. 

I know I have a few other projects I could talk about but I figured I could go on a tangent and talk about the results of the flea bombs. So, we ended up pushing back the day we were going to set the bombs off until this past Saturday. It took forever since nobody would help get the house ready. After the bombs went off, we got back to our house and it seemed as if all bugs and fleas were killed. With that in mind, we brought the dog back and washed her. And washed her. And washed her. Yet the fleas still reminded on her. Then one of the housemates brought his cat home while he was "under the influence" to say the least. He put the cat under the faucet and thought that was "good enough." Following that, our other housemates brought their cats home but let them run around for a couple hours before washing them. After all the cat’s bathes, the fleas remained. So much for everything I did because apparently, I am the only one who cares about the animals in our house. Fun stuff. 

Until Next Time,

Matt