The Merchant of Graduate School

If business school was its own planet, then classes would be different races, and teams would be socio-economic groups. Stuff like "Oh, you're a customer behavior student?? Eeewwwww!! I feel sorry for you. Which group are you in? You're with Mr.4 point O GPA? Good job!"

What on earth are people thinking?!

My teams are great...my classes are great...my professors are great...I love my course just the way it is, thank you very much. I am NOT a consultant, nor a number-cruncher. I am a marketer...a brand guy... and marketing classes don't make me inferior.

Hath not a marketer value? Hath not a marketer hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; paid with the same lucre to drive the same fancy car, hurt with the same budget cuts, subject to the same layoffs, heal'd by the same bonuses, warm'd and cool'd by the same airconditioner as a Consultant is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you brown-nose us, do we not promote? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not hand out pink slips?
If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
If a Marketer wrong a Consultant, what is his humility? Revenge by recommendation.
If a Consultant wrong a Marketer, what should his sufferance be by Consultant example? Why, revenge by recommendation!
The villainy you teach me, I will execute,
and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

So.......yup...pointless...just grinding my gears :)