13 hundred hours.
In t minus 1 1/2 hours I'll be taking a test that will decide the future course of my life. Okay, so perhaps the GMAT isn't quite that important, but I worry that if I perform poorly, I'll spend the rest of my days as a sandwich artist at Subway (no offense to you current sandwich artists). However, if I do well, I could be the manager of those sandwich artists.
You've got to dream big.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Test Day
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4 comments:
heheh.... you'd make a miserable sandwich artist.. everyone would get turkey burgers with fat free american cheese.:)
you'll do great! in fact i suspect you'll be one of those people that finishes and smiles because you secretely enjoyed the challenge.
"Are you sure you want the meatball sub? Are you aware that it is the most unhealthy item on the menu?"
You can do eet!
Kathryn,
Congratulations on your great test score! Once again you've knocked one out of the ball park. However, you set your sights way too low. Instead of manager a particular store, you should be looking at CEO of the entire Subway franchise. (We can talk about this later.)
Love,
Dad
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