Update on my earlier post from today:
Bahahahaha. The people at the Accountancy Board of Ohio are AMAZING. They somehow got in contact with the guy who has been eluding me for weeks. I am pretty sure he's in trouble. He sent me an email today (!!!!!!!) and there were two people copied on it that work at the Board. Hahahahaha. Awesomeeeeee.
So yeah. I'm eligible to sit for the exam. Apparently there was a "processing error" and my application was "misfiled". Suchhh bullshit. Whatever. I'll be getting my notice to schedule via email within the next few days. Hopefully there are still spots available for me to take the exam the first weekend in April.
Ridiculous. I'm literally shaking my head in disgust.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Oh my.
Let's see. Where shall I start? Perhaps I'll start with the bad/annoying news, then go to the good news!
As many of you know, I have applied for the CPA exam. The plan was to take the first (of 4) sections the weekend of April 2 (either April 2 or 3). However, it looks like that won't be happening now. Why? Because the people who approve applications are absolute morons. Let me explain. I submitted my application and paid the $963 (YES... almost $1000...) application fee on 1/20/2010. I purposely submitted this really early because I knew I wanted to start taking the exam the first weekend in April, and I also knew that they promised you'd receive your Notice to Schedule (NTS) in 6-8 weeks. 6-8 weeks from 1/20/10 was 3/17/2010 at the latest. The LATEST. Well, it's 3/24/2010 and I still haven't received it. The NTS is what gives you a code to take to Prometric and use to schedule what time/day/where you'll take the exam. So like... I really need it. I've essentially planned my entire YEAR around taking this exam, and not receiving my NTS is really messing up that plan. Like... a lot. If I don't get it in the next week, I'm going to have to take at least one section of the exam while I'm working. This is just... completely insane and no one in their right mind does it. Like, sure, let me work from 8 AM until quite possibly 7 PM, then come home and study for 3-4 hours. False. Not happening. That's why I PURPOSELY APPLIED EARLY so that I could get it all done by August.
So anyway. I've been in the 'final review' stages for 3-4 weeks now. My online application status says this should take 'no more than 5-7 business days'. Um, yeah. It's clearly been more than that. So I've contacted the Ohio coordinator for NASBA which is the ONLY contact info I have for ANYONE at NASBA. He literally has not responded to a SINGLE one of my 3-4 emails or 3-4 voicemails. My voicemails HAVE been getting progressively more bitchy, but I mean... it's your job. Please just answer me.
I literally think about this maybe every 20 minutes. That's how stressful it is to me. So yesterday, I decided to contact the Accountancy Board of Ohio. Let me explain - NASBA is an organization that receives my application and decides whether or not I'm legit and whether or not I should take the test. The Accountancy Board is who actually CERTIFIES me... that is, they're the ones that give me my license once I pass all the parts of the exam. I talked with my mom, and she said she's always been really impressed with the board, so I decided to email them. Best decision ever??? Yes. Definitely. I emailed a random woman whose email address I found off the website... it said she was involved with licensing, so I was like 'Hmm, maybe she'll care that NASBA is ignoring me." She emailed me back this morning and 1) was very apologetic 2) said herself that the Ohio coordinator is frustrating and won't respond to their emails either and 3) that she would forward my email to another woman who deals with inquiries like this. Within 20 minutes of reading that email, the 'other woman' emailed me, also apologizing and saying that she would personally contact the Ohio coordinator and get an answer for me by tomorrow at the latest.
HOORAAAAAY!!!!!!! So excited. Anyway. So that was the bad news that literally turned good WHILE I was typing this email because that's when I got the response email from the Accountancy Board haha.
Now I'm tired of typing. Good news entry (aka visiting Atlanta) will come later today hopefully :)
As many of you know, I have applied for the CPA exam. The plan was to take the first (of 4) sections the weekend of April 2 (either April 2 or 3). However, it looks like that won't be happening now. Why? Because the people who approve applications are absolute morons. Let me explain. I submitted my application and paid the $963 (YES... almost $1000...) application fee on 1/20/2010. I purposely submitted this really early because I knew I wanted to start taking the exam the first weekend in April, and I also knew that they promised you'd receive your Notice to Schedule (NTS) in 6-8 weeks. 6-8 weeks from 1/20/10 was 3/17/2010 at the latest. The LATEST. Well, it's 3/24/2010 and I still haven't received it. The NTS is what gives you a code to take to Prometric and use to schedule what time/day/where you'll take the exam. So like... I really need it. I've essentially planned my entire YEAR around taking this exam, and not receiving my NTS is really messing up that plan. Like... a lot. If I don't get it in the next week, I'm going to have to take at least one section of the exam while I'm working. This is just... completely insane and no one in their right mind does it. Like, sure, let me work from 8 AM until quite possibly 7 PM, then come home and study for 3-4 hours. False. Not happening. That's why I PURPOSELY APPLIED EARLY so that I could get it all done by August.
So anyway. I've been in the 'final review' stages for 3-4 weeks now. My online application status says this should take 'no more than 5-7 business days'. Um, yeah. It's clearly been more than that. So I've contacted the Ohio coordinator for NASBA which is the ONLY contact info I have for ANYONE at NASBA. He literally has not responded to a SINGLE one of my 3-4 emails or 3-4 voicemails. My voicemails HAVE been getting progressively more bitchy, but I mean... it's your job. Please just answer me.
I literally think about this maybe every 20 minutes. That's how stressful it is to me. So yesterday, I decided to contact the Accountancy Board of Ohio. Let me explain - NASBA is an organization that receives my application and decides whether or not I'm legit and whether or not I should take the test. The Accountancy Board is who actually CERTIFIES me... that is, they're the ones that give me my license once I pass all the parts of the exam. I talked with my mom, and she said she's always been really impressed with the board, so I decided to email them. Best decision ever??? Yes. Definitely. I emailed a random woman whose email address I found off the website... it said she was involved with licensing, so I was like 'Hmm, maybe she'll care that NASBA is ignoring me." She emailed me back this morning and 1) was very apologetic 2) said herself that the Ohio coordinator is frustrating and won't respond to their emails either and 3) that she would forward my email to another woman who deals with inquiries like this. Within 20 minutes of reading that email, the 'other woman' emailed me, also apologizing and saying that she would personally contact the Ohio coordinator and get an answer for me by tomorrow at the latest.
HOORAAAAAY!!!!!!! So excited. Anyway. So that was the bad news that literally turned good WHILE I was typing this email because that's when I got the response email from the Accountancy Board haha.
Now I'm tired of typing. Good news entry (aka visiting Atlanta) will come later today hopefully :)
Monday, March 15, 2010
A few tidbits.
Hello, everyone. Just a few tidbits for you all today:
- I was on campus dropping off a take-home exam and a paper when I realized the funeral procession of Larry Wallington was going through campus. Larry Wallington is the man who died during the shooting at OSU this past week. All of the maintenance workers and custodial staff were standing along the road, waiting for it. It was very sad, but also very uplifting to see so many of his co-workers paying respects. There were also a LOT of other random people there to pay their respects as well. Very touching. And of course the news was there. Sigh.
- I went to my professor's office to turn in my take-home exam, because he told us he wanted to speak with all of us. I got there, and went into his lounge (yes. My professor legitimately has a LOUNGE attached to his office. Ooooo business professors. Granted, he's like one of the top faculty in the dept, but still.). I saw that he was with this guy who I shall call Jeremy (that's not his name. Obvs.). Jeremy was in one of my groups last quarter, and I really liked him. Our group actually got pretty close, and I enjoyed having meetings with them. This quarter, my ENTIRE group was in the other section of this class except me, so they all formed a group. Apparently something happened with Jeremy, and essentially just dropped off the face of the earth. I literally saw him maybe 3 times all quarter, which is odd... the building isn't that big. After speaking with his group members, I learned that he barely did any work for our projects during the quarter. I mean... we only had two projects. Literally. We had no other work in that class. Just two projects. And our final was a take home exam that was to be done individually. Sooo I get to his office, and Jeremy is in there, speaking to the professor. The professor looks at me, says, "One minute." and goes back to talking. I'm like ok whatevs, and sit down in the lounge. Our professor is the NICEST guy ever. Like... so ridiculously laid back. He actually told us, "If you can't do all of the problems on the take home final, that's fine. Don't worry about it." And he meant it. Soooo the next thing I know, the professor is YELLING at Jeremy. It was so bizarre. 1) We're in grad school. Who has a professor yell at them? 2) As mentioned, this guy is the most chill, laid-back, hilarious Indian dude I've ever met. And he was YELLING? So odd. So of course I like, kind of try to eavesdrop. The door was open, it's not like they told me to close the door or anything haha. Basically it sounds like the professor is making him do all of the assignments again?!?! Maybe he found out that he didn't really contribute to the group for the first two... and I'm assuming he came to tell the prof that he didn't finish the take home final. Which is absurd, we've had it for like 3 weeks. Anyway, the professor also said something like, "You need to tell me AT LEAST 24 hours in advance if this is going to happen. And don't you DARE let me hear it from another instructor; I better hear it straight from YOU." Whoa. It was just odd. Then it went on for a little while longer, and Jeremy left. I went in, and the professor was totally normal. He was like, "Britney, I'm so glad I had you in class. You were in every class - I don't think you missed a single one, did you? But yes, it was a true honor to have you in my class; you were quiet and spoke when you needed to speak, and I really appreciate it. I really do. Do you have a job lined up after graduation? Oh, good, good, well, they are very lucky to have you." Like... so totally him. I wanted to be like ummm were you just yelling in here?! But false I did not. So tempting, though.
- Last tidbit. This is a good one. The best for last, I suppose. Sooo last night around 7:30 I was overwhelmed all of a sudden by the distinct smell of weed. It just... wafted on in. At first I tried to ignore it, but it got so strong that I really couldn't ignore it anymore. I got up from my computer and walked towards the door, where I was hit with the smell SO STRONGLY that I gagged. It was REALLY bad. I opened the door and it was definitely coming from another apartment in my building, although I'm not sure which. I shut the door and tried to go back to studying, but my throat started closing up and I got so nauseous I truly thought I was going to throw up. I got a horrible headache. Sooo essentially I got high off this smoke. Awesome. I called my apartment complex and left the bitchiest voicemail of all time. First sex boy, now this. Great. (PS I texted sex boy and he said he wasn't home so it wasn't him... and he said he didn't think it was his roommate. I believe him.) In retrospect, I should have just called the freaking police, but it didn't come to me at the time. I also wasn't sure which apartment it was... I dunno. Anyway, I was getting so nauseous that I couldn't stand to be in my apartment anymore, so Megan and Jake were nice enough to let me crash at their place for awhile. I left their apartment an hour or so later and luckily the smell had disbursed. The property manager called me this morning... he's going to knock on everyone's doors and give them a notice or something. Basically the same bullshit he did with sex boy and the music. Whatever. Hopefully it doesn't happen again, but if it does, two things will happen: 1) I will call the police immediately, 2) I will demand to be let out of my lease immediately, to get my full security deposit back, and a return of the last month's rent. If I have to move back home, I will. I'm not dealing with this anymore. It's absurd.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Boo ex-boyfriends. Boo being hungover.
Well, I had quite the interesting night last night, to put it mildly.
It was Tyler's birthday celebration night, and I was really excited about the prospect of getting to really go out for the first time in a long, long time (thanks, CPA exam). We were all told to wear plaid... I mean, seriously, every sign pointed to the fact that this was going to be an awesome night. We went to Shelley's to pregame before heading to Lucky's. I may or may not have had three drinks before I left... two of those were Sparx. Like, as in, 8% alcohol. The other drink included a shot of cinnamon schnapps (101 proof). So... clearly ridiculous. We get to Lucky's, and I'm just having a blast. Almost everyone in Westerville was there, and we were just goofing around, having a good time. I saw a guy from my program there, as well as two people I interned with. And I just kept drinking. Before I knew it, I was basically hammered. Not my finest moment. So then, because my life is awesome, Mike Phillips shows up. Now, I realize that we broke up 6 years ago. Yes. It is pathetic that I still am bothered my this situation. But... I really never got closure. Like, when we broke up, it was a completely amicable break-up. He gave me some bullshit line about how he wanted us to still be friends, and I completely bought it. Within two days of breaking up, he was ignoring me. That's not really what bothers me still, though. I've had worse break ups. No, what really still bothers me is the fact that I never got to give him hell for what he did to me. Long story short, if you don't know already: I found out a couple of months after we broke up that he only dated me to see if I would have sex with him. Needless to say, I did not, so he got sick of me and wanted to break up with me. It's not like I shouldn't have seen it coming. We weren't anything alike, and I was really just attracted to the idea of him. I've always had a thing for intellectual guys. And he was just kind of a shitty boyfriend. One day he said, "I smoke weed and drink. I hope that's okay with you." Um, no, that was not okay with me, but thanks for caring. I told him it wasn't okay, and he said, "Well, that sucks. I'm still going to do it." Okay, super. Thanks.
Anyway, so the bar. I see him walk in, and immediately basically lose it. I was just ANGRY. I'm still so furious that he just got away with USING me like that. No one has ever made me feel as cheap as he did. I consider myself a very intelligent, independent, strong, classy woman and to have someone get away with using me is just... reprehensible and I have never forgiven myself. I literally have not been able to get past that for six years.
So of course, since I'm drunk, I'm not thinking clearly. I was just... embarrassing. He was talking to Merrie, and I kept finding excuses to go up to Merrie and tell her something, just so I could ignore the shit out of him. OK... clearly that just made me look pathetic. But at the time, I didn't realize it. In retrospect, I'm SO ANGRY at myself for doing that. So so so angry. Anyway, my friends were being wonderful and were saying things to make me feel better. I was just still really angry/upset. Finally we left and I'm pretty sure I cried while walking to Five Guys haha. Yikes. Anger was just spilling out of me. If I had been a little less drunk, I honestly should have just given him a piece of my mind at the bar and I know that I would have felt so much better and I could let this whole thing go. But false. I made a fool of myself instead. Awesome. I'm also worried because there are many parts to the night that I do NOT remember, so who knows what other embarrassing things I did/said.
Side note: Bobby Opalenik was there, too, so... two ex boyfriends in one bar! Keep in mind I only have three real ex boyfriends. So that was thrilling. I hope you can note my dripping sarcasm. But seriously, Bobby and I are completely cool now and I adore him. He's a great guy. It was just kind of bizarre that there were two ex's there.
I mean, I really did have a great time last night, despite that small road bump. It was great to see all of my friends out, and I loved it. I did NOT love the hangover that lasted until about 4:30 this afternoon, but you know. You win some, you lose some. And I know that my life is going exactly the way I want it to be going, and when I compare my life to where he is in his life, I should just be happy for myself. And not even care. It's just very, very difficult to let go of the feeling that I get when I think about him. Rage doesn't even begin to describe it.
But I know that I have the greatest boyfriend in the world who has been by my side for 5+ years and I am in such a better place than I was when I was dating Mike. I seriously love my life, despite how he made me feel. Donny has had to deal with a lot of the aftermath of Mike, and I can't begin to thank him for that. Donny is the man I want to marry, and I know our life together will be wonderful. I am so grateful to be with him. I owe it to him to just... get over this but it's a struggle. One day. One day. I'm mad at Mike for doing this to me and for using me, but I'm just as mad at myself for being such a stupid girl that trusted someone so easily and without caution.
I would now like to quote the Pussycat Dolls, the group that always knows how I'm feeling (ha).
Nobody gonna love me better
I'ma stick with you forever.
Nobody gonna take me higher
I'ma gonna stick with you
You know how to appreciate me
I'ma stick with you my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'ma stick with you
Haha. Ohhh the Pussycat Dolls.
Sooo in other news, because of my epic hangover, I am staying in on a Saturday night and doing work. It's 11 PM and i still have about 2 hours ahead of me. Hooraaaaay!
It was Tyler's birthday celebration night, and I was really excited about the prospect of getting to really go out for the first time in a long, long time (thanks, CPA exam). We were all told to wear plaid... I mean, seriously, every sign pointed to the fact that this was going to be an awesome night. We went to Shelley's to pregame before heading to Lucky's. I may or may not have had three drinks before I left... two of those were Sparx. Like, as in, 8% alcohol. The other drink included a shot of cinnamon schnapps (101 proof). So... clearly ridiculous. We get to Lucky's, and I'm just having a blast. Almost everyone in Westerville was there, and we were just goofing around, having a good time. I saw a guy from my program there, as well as two people I interned with. And I just kept drinking. Before I knew it, I was basically hammered. Not my finest moment. So then, because my life is awesome, Mike Phillips shows up. Now, I realize that we broke up 6 years ago. Yes. It is pathetic that I still am bothered my this situation. But... I really never got closure. Like, when we broke up, it was a completely amicable break-up. He gave me some bullshit line about how he wanted us to still be friends, and I completely bought it. Within two days of breaking up, he was ignoring me. That's not really what bothers me still, though. I've had worse break ups. No, what really still bothers me is the fact that I never got to give him hell for what he did to me. Long story short, if you don't know already: I found out a couple of months after we broke up that he only dated me to see if I would have sex with him. Needless to say, I did not, so he got sick of me and wanted to break up with me. It's not like I shouldn't have seen it coming. We weren't anything alike, and I was really just attracted to the idea of him. I've always had a thing for intellectual guys. And he was just kind of a shitty boyfriend. One day he said, "I smoke weed and drink. I hope that's okay with you." Um, no, that was not okay with me, but thanks for caring. I told him it wasn't okay, and he said, "Well, that sucks. I'm still going to do it." Okay, super. Thanks.
Anyway, so the bar. I see him walk in, and immediately basically lose it. I was just ANGRY. I'm still so furious that he just got away with USING me like that. No one has ever made me feel as cheap as he did. I consider myself a very intelligent, independent, strong, classy woman and to have someone get away with using me is just... reprehensible and I have never forgiven myself. I literally have not been able to get past that for six years.
So of course, since I'm drunk, I'm not thinking clearly. I was just... embarrassing. He was talking to Merrie, and I kept finding excuses to go up to Merrie and tell her something, just so I could ignore the shit out of him. OK... clearly that just made me look pathetic. But at the time, I didn't realize it. In retrospect, I'm SO ANGRY at myself for doing that. So so so angry. Anyway, my friends were being wonderful and were saying things to make me feel better. I was just still really angry/upset. Finally we left and I'm pretty sure I cried while walking to Five Guys haha. Yikes. Anger was just spilling out of me. If I had been a little less drunk, I honestly should have just given him a piece of my mind at the bar and I know that I would have felt so much better and I could let this whole thing go. But false. I made a fool of myself instead. Awesome. I'm also worried because there are many parts to the night that I do NOT remember, so who knows what other embarrassing things I did/said.
Side note: Bobby Opalenik was there, too, so... two ex boyfriends in one bar! Keep in mind I only have three real ex boyfriends. So that was thrilling. I hope you can note my dripping sarcasm. But seriously, Bobby and I are completely cool now and I adore him. He's a great guy. It was just kind of bizarre that there were two ex's there.
I mean, I really did have a great time last night, despite that small road bump. It was great to see all of my friends out, and I loved it. I did NOT love the hangover that lasted until about 4:30 this afternoon, but you know. You win some, you lose some. And I know that my life is going exactly the way I want it to be going, and when I compare my life to where he is in his life, I should just be happy for myself. And not even care. It's just very, very difficult to let go of the feeling that I get when I think about him. Rage doesn't even begin to describe it.
But I know that I have the greatest boyfriend in the world who has been by my side for 5+ years and I am in such a better place than I was when I was dating Mike. I seriously love my life, despite how he made me feel. Donny has had to deal with a lot of the aftermath of Mike, and I can't begin to thank him for that. Donny is the man I want to marry, and I know our life together will be wonderful. I am so grateful to be with him. I owe it to him to just... get over this but it's a struggle. One day. One day. I'm mad at Mike for doing this to me and for using me, but I'm just as mad at myself for being such a stupid girl that trusted someone so easily and without caution.
I would now like to quote the Pussycat Dolls, the group that always knows how I'm feeling (ha).
Nobody gonna love me better
I'ma stick with you forever.
Nobody gonna take me higher
I'ma gonna stick with you
You know how to appreciate me
I'ma stick with you my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'ma stick with you
Haha. Ohhh the Pussycat Dolls.
Sooo in other news, because of my epic hangover, I am staying in on a Saturday night and doing work. It's 11 PM and i still have about 2 hours ahead of me. Hooraaaaay!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
People are crazy.
I have come to the realization that people are just crazy. In a good way. Like... okay. The Fisher grad programs (so MBA, MAcc, MLHR, all the business masters programs) host an annual auction to benefit the Children's Hunger Alliance (WHAT UP KIIIIII!) and the Columbus Children's Theatre (WHAT UP MERRIEEEE). The students and professors donate services, time, items, etc. to the auction and it's being held on Friday. I probs won't go but I mean... the list of things people are donating just makes me so happy. SO MANY PEOPLE donated, and it's amazing. The reason I think people are CRAZY is because there are so so so many diverse things on this list. Please keep in mind that all Fisher grad students probably total up to about... 500, tops. 90 things are being auctioned! And 90% of them are awesome. Here's a list... the diversity of people in Fisher just blows my mind.
Just... what? And that's like, seriously less than half of the list. Blows. My. Mind. It makes me like, so proud to be at Fisher or something haha. Oooo corniness.
Haha I seriously just came back to edit this entry because I discovered there was ANOTHER tab of donated things on the excel spreadsheet. These are ridiculous. They include:
- Home-cooked Italian, Mexican, German, Indian, Chinese, Korean, Nigerian meals cooked by students that ARE THESE THINGS. Like... good ol' Claus is making a German meal that includes something called Kaesespaetzle. What the heck.
- A Scotch-tasting for 6 (plus dinner) from some guy that apparently knows a lot about Scotch.
- Various personal trainer sessions by people that are certified personal trainers (you know, when they're not busy working full-time and going to school for their MBA)
- a custom horoscope and astrology reading based on Indian Vedic astrology
- one of the negotiations professors is offering an hour session on how to negotiate something of your choice (buying a house, a salary negotiation, etc.)
- wine tastings
- a bike tune-up by someone who has 8 years of professional experience
- scooter tour of Columbus
- various tutoring sessions for classes
- Starbucks for a week
- Valet for a week
- Piano/guitar/capoeira/shooting/tennis/home beer brewing/self defense/cooking/Taiji Quan/swim/jewelry making/volleyball/dance lessons. Oh, and don't forget the soccer lessons by someone who was on the 1992 Olympic soccer team and played in the MLS for 9 years. Duh.
- a pair of those freaking red mittens from the Vancouver Olympics
Just... what? And that's like, seriously less than half of the list. Blows. My. Mind. It makes me like, so proud to be at Fisher or something haha. Oooo corniness.
Haha I seriously just came back to edit this entry because I discovered there was ANOTHER tab of donated things on the excel spreadsheet. These are ridiculous. They include:
- "Curling with the Canadian" donated by a professor
- A dozen roses delivered to you anywhere in one of the following costumes: 1) chippendale's dancer 2) captain america 3) the SituAsian (Jersey Shore style)
- All-expenses paid trip for 4 to Hocking Hills, including rappelling and climbing with equipment, protection, and instruction provided by the donor
- An over-night trip for 4 to Cuyahoga National Park. The professor will ALSO prepare for you his signature baby back ribs and pulled pork. THEN in the morning he will make you a southern-style brunch including biscuits and gravy, bacon, eggs, and mimosas.
- chauffering around Columbus for up to 5 people in a 1951 mint condition Cadillac
- Tickets to a Cavs game sitting 5 rows up from the Cavs bench
- a BBQ for 10-12 people
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