Remind me again why I'm working on a MBA?

Most of my vacation from work is spent on studying. Last Friday I took off work to study from my final exam in Data Analysis for Managerial Decision Making (Statistics for us simpletons). I studied about 4 hours. The rest of the time I went shopping, cleaned house, and talked on the phone a lot. One of my friends even convinced me to go gambling on Saturday morning at the casino in Oklahoma! (I lost but that's another story).

I got home about 4:00 and was starting to panic. I had only looked at the material during class and those 4 hours. So I sat down to study. The phone rang.... my ex-sister-in-law wanted to go out (she's going through a divorce and I think I'm her only single friend). I informed her that I needed to study but she talked me into meeting her for dinner, I mean, after all...a girl's gotta eat! And as Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced Bouquet) would say, "I'm weak as water."

We met for dinner and even had a drink! Well that's all I needed. I got home at 8:00 pm and promptly went to sleep at 9:00. The one thing I had going for me was I had already calculated that all I needed on this exam was a 49 and I would still pass the class. I read a little on Sunday morning and went and took my test. After 2 1/2 hours, I was the 3rd person finished.

I'm pleased to say I got a 91! Planning ahead now, I think I'm going to take Managerial Cost Accounting next...ughhhhh. Why do I torment myself?