An odd sense of accomplishment has washed over me, and I'm not sure how to deal with it, since accomplishments are not something to which I am accustomed.
For the past 8 years, I have been toiling away at Widener University in their Accounting program (a.k.a. Business Administration), and tonight I completed my final final exam in auditing, which completed my B.S. studies. I know, most of you already know I specialize in BS, but that's another story. Reading yesterday's spam e-mail's did nothing to deter my success in the exam, Carmen.
So, forgive me if I wallow ... but I'm feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. A little like my fictional pal George Costanza, who once proclaimed himself "Lord of the Idiots." If you believe, as I do, that life can be boiled down to a Seinfeld episode, that is how I define the last 8 years.
Now, while the New York marathon runs below the apartment window, I wear the fictional wedding band (BS in Accounting) while in reality, I am mired in the engineering field, where it is strangely ironic that I will soon hang my degree over my drafting desk as co-workers pass in bemusement. Meanwhile, like George, I can't get the phony wedding band off so that I can go out with the girl who has lifetime courtside passes to Knick games. Maybe you don't understand, but it makes perfect sense to me.
So, here I sit in my bachelor paradise, eating a block of cheese as big as my head as the Summer of Anthony comes to a close.
Fortunately, they have not yet killed Independent Anthony. Maybe Krueger Industrial Smoothing is hiring. Just don't ask me for my ATM code.