I’ve reached “that” point.
You know “the” point.
The point at which you tell yourself “it’s whatever.”
The point at which you start to be ok with tradeoffs.
The point at which you acknowledge and start to accept your limitations.
The point at which…you eat pizza walking down the hall.
Yes…eating a slice of pizza, in my hand, no plate…nor a cup.
So…I read an MBA Journal entry on BusinessWeek.com last year about someone’s first year experience here at Darden. There was a bit in the article about eating pizza out of a cup (http://www.businessweek.com/bschools/content/dec2007/bs2007129_033523.htm). At the time, I couldn’t comprehend that—both the physics of pizza in a cup and the conceptual implications—meaning WHY on earth would anyone be THAT pressed for time where they couldn’t sit down and have a slice of pizza!!?
Fast forward nine months later….and here I am…running to my learning team meeting tonight with three minutes to spare. Two second year students are walking down the hall with a few boxes of pizza. They turned around and said to me “do you want a slice of pizza?” They don’t know me from a hole in the wall yet they unselfishly and unknowingly (or perhaps knowingly since they were once in my shoes) provided me with the nutrition and sustenance I’d need to get through 3+ hours of learning team.
Gotta love Darden!
Ok…way more to write but it’s late, I’m working on 4 hours of sleep (for the past 3 nights) and I have one more thing to do before I turn in.