Reliving younger days... again.

This weekend, I will be proctoring the CFA exam. It's not a bad gig. I get paid lots of money to do a job that I barely made minimum wage doing 15 years ago. That's kinda scary- one of the reasons I left corporate America the first time. I had the horrible realization that by the time I was 30, I would have spent half my life working for the same company.

I just couldn't have that.

But today, I am reading through the manual and remembering how strange and bizarre the test administration world is. I've received my assingment, but I don't know what the code means, so I'm clueless as to how I'm going to spend my Saturday.

On Tuesday, after class, I stopped by good ol' Tower to buy the latest Beta Band album. One of my former co-workers asked me if I missed the fun and excitement of the Saturday morning Ticket onsales. I have to admit that I do, it sure is fun to spend a hungover Saturday morning yelling at people who should understand simple things. Crowd control is my forte, and I miss it. Especially the yelling part.

Of course, one could argue that I get to do the same thing here, in a reduced manner. Well, somewhat reduced. Maybe, just maybe, I'll get to do the same thing on this Saturday. Maybe.