Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them…
‘Twould be but a shame to NOT take advantage of my Post 9/11 GI Bill entitlements. Tho the Gods bequeathed my personage with just enough intelligence to harvest a master’s degree from my nether anal-region, I believed that I would soon be bored of sleeping-in late, playing Xbox, drinking during the day, and yelling at THE New York Jets as they piss away another chance at a win.
Maybe I should use some of the GI Bill and squeeze out a few bucks in entitlements while I’m at it (at least it could pay for my new daytime drinking aspirations and video game purchases)?
I recently authorized my spouse to use a portion of my GI Bill entitlement. (You’re welcome, darling.) She would only need a small portion of it, and there’s no way I’m giving that to my kids! (What have they done for ME lately?) So I figured I might as well take a few classes and learn something. Something that might ACTUALLY be worth a damn for the near and even long-term future of my kingdom.
I start MONDAY! MBA, bitches.