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
