Donna

I remember when Larry Bird wore Boston Celtic green and white. And - to go back to high school slang - he was the bomb. Tall, weedy Larry shot three-pointers and made easy layups like it was nobody’s business. And what about those calf socks and basketball booty shorts?

Back in the day (i.e. middle or high school) I thought Kevin Garnett was the bomb. One of my internet messenger screen names was twolvesfan[insert favorite jersey number here].Ok, so I was a tomboy. Ok, so really, I’m a grown up tomboy. I admit it. But it always wins me points with the boys (Andy likes it). And along with many other fans, I loved the Minnesota Timberwolves for no other reason than KG, The Kid.

Then K.G. left the T-wolves and even the faithful Wally Szczerbiak left. And KG went to Beantown. I’ve never been a fan of Boston (the city) for no reason whatsoever. I find Red Sox fans obnoxious (to be fair, it might just be the people I know).

But I can’t help but wonder if the Celtics can live up to the hype. Will they be the new dynasty?

Good thing my favorite color is green.

It’s the official May MBA Playoff - the championships are at stake - except there’s no tangible prize. I know, it sounded pretty sexy up until that point, didn’t it?

In Operations Management, we were running a factory that produced some kind of microprocessors (or something like that). The point was to be the team with the highest cash reserves at the end. Unfortunately, the team that seemed to be aptly named, “cashmaximizers,” didn’t win. They came in 9th.

Let’s not talk about how my team did. But at least we beat the dummy team “donothing.” Supposedly, we made better management decisions (but I don’t think I’ll define or quantify what “better” means).

In Global Supply Chain Management, we’re playing a game as computer resellers or suppliers. The point there is to be the most profitable. And the game got locked up in quarter 4 (each week in real time is equivalent to one quarter in Marketplace6 time) when a reseller snatched up 75 percent of the available supply, leaving three resellers to squabble among one another for the remainder.

And no, I wasn’t in the team that snapped up the market share. But hey, at least I’m consistent. And reliable. You can count on me to never be at the top in a team simulation, but end up in the middle.

Seriously, though, these games weren’t really my cup of tea. I heard there was another simulation in Marketing Strategy, but I’m not taking that class at the moment. I’ll have to fill you in on the joys of simulation #234,348 next year. Yes, beloved readers, I will return for a second year of blogertainment. Do not worry.

I’m feeling a little overloaded at the moment. We’ve got a paper due on Monday for ethics (a social audit), a paper due on Wednesday for Strategic Management (a case analysis), a paper due in a week or so for Operations Management (an analysis of our team strategy), and a paper due in Supply Chain (an analysis of our team strategy).

On top of that, my family is moving - to a new house (one that we actually own instead of rent) - and you can bet I’ll be absorbed in that for the next few weeks.

I had dinner last night with my older brother and mom when an interesting topic came up.

I’ve never liked lunch meat very much. Something about those thinly sliced, perfectly smooth, salty meat shreds just doesn’t sit well with me. Don’t get me wrong; I’m no tree-hugging granola eater. I like recycling, I like taking care of the environment, but I’m just like the next person. Sometimes I throw away plastic bottles or aluminum cans. And life goes on, although I do feel the nagging of yuppie guilt.

We had some terrible roast beef at a buffet - the dry kind. (I’ll be honest in saying that I like my beef bleeding - medium rare, sometimes rare, it’s good). But we started talking about roasts, my brother swore they freshly roast their own meat at Arby’s. I don’t even like Arby’s, and I’m not sure if they actually roast their meat in the store or not. One thing I do believe is that their roast beef sure isn’t the kind you slice off the roast, straight out of the oven. It’s got that smooth, processed look.

And it occurred to me - lunch meat is the particle board of meats. It’s usually inexpensive. It’s made of filler. It’s probably held together with glue. And isn’t that true of all processed meats? Think about it. The oven-roasted turkey that comes in the Oscar Meyer yellow package? It’s not like the roast pops off the turkey in a nice, cylindrical shape. It’s ground-up turkey pieces that are smashed together, roasted, and sliced.

Mmmm…particle board.

We’re playing this “game” in my supply chain selective class. Teams of three assume one of two roles: supplier or reseller of computers. And all was well until the fourth quarter, when a reseller in my team’s game snapped up most of the available supply in the market. This, of course, left three resellers hanging out to dry.

All is not well in the marketplace. There is talk of collusion against the market leader. But this doesn’t make sense, given the fact that the market leader captures over 70 percent of the market! No collusion will awaken the sleeping giant (or even bother it).

Personally, it’s just a game, and my life will continue. But the way some people are carrying on, life as a reseller is over…all over. But hey, at least the suppliers are doing well.

There are a couple silly Facebook groups along the lines of “Every time I see/witness ____, a part of me dies.” Here are a few amusing ones:

• Every Time a Minority Supports Republicans, a Part of Me Dies
• Every Time I Find Out a Cute Boy Is Conservative, a Little Part of Me Dies
• Every time I find out a hot girl is liberal, a little part of me dies
• Every Time I Find Out A Cute Girl’s Conservative, A Little Part Of Me Dies.
• A little part of me dies every time I see a hot girl smoking
• Every Time I Find Out a Cute Boy Is Liberal, a Little Part of Me Dies

And the point of this random tale is this: every day I head out into rush-hour DC-metropolitan area traffic to get to class. Unsurprisingly about 75 percent of the time, I get stuck behind someone in the left lane on I-270 or I-495. I was always taught the left lane was for passing; the other lanes are for cruising.

About 50 percent of this 75 percent of the time (37.5 percent, I suppose), I pass this person patiently. I have learned not to tailgate, not because I’ve been in an accident because of it, but it just isn’t worth it. Someomes, when I pass this person, I’m tempted to do the glance-over-glare, but I never do. I don’t believe in driving aggression, although I do believe in muttering angrily to myself and being frustrated alone, in my car.

And a part of me dies every time I pass that person, and he or she is on her cell phone.
But a bigger part of me dies every time I pass that person and the driver is an Asian woman.

I mean, come on, aren’t there enough stereotypes about how Asian women are the worst drivers? Do you really have to compound the situation for us Asian women who are decent drives? Is it really necessary?

Like I said, a part of me dies.

That’s a Toby Keith song, if you’re curious.

Yesterday I went on a beer run for Net Impact’s “Cases N Beer” discussion. And I realized two interesting things, which I’ll share with you, my ever-captivated (or, captive) audience:

1) Once a planner, always a planner

I had this conversation with my mom today. I’ve been able to categorize people into three groups, and this theory of mine seems to have held up. Let’s see if I can turn it into a sociological theory.

• People who plan and do everything without complaining
• People who do nothing, but complain about everything
• People who do some things while simultaneously complaining

I’ve been a planner my entire life. And my mom definitely fits into the first category - she plans everything and does everything. Of course, she’s human, and there is a little complaining, but that’s okay. And I’d like to think I’m more of category 1, but I’m probably a hybrid of 1 and 3. But hey - who’s perfect?

2) A big difference between undergrad and grad school

Last week I went on a beer run for “Cases N Beer,” where attendees discussed a case involving Yahoo! in China with Professor Lele. I’m on the executive board of Net Impact, a non-profit organization that seeks to combine business practices with corporate social responsibility and sustainability to benefit the community/world. I’m not exactly a granola-loving, tree-hugging type, but I guess I do think corporations should be aware of these issues. Anyway - I bought beer and carted it to school for the event. And at the end, the remaining beer was transported to the courtyard for happy hour. While walking behind my cooler-carrying classmates, I realized the difference between undergrad and grad school: alcohol.

As an undergrad, I never would’ve imagined we’d be free to have beer at a club event, or discuss business practices with professors and classmates over a couple brews.

Now if only I actually drank.

Spring break has come and gone - with the MBA bonus. The quarter-long two-credit classes ended right before spring break, and the next quarter didn’t begin until a week after the break…so that meant a lovely nearly two-week-long relaxation period. I didn’t take full advantage of it - traveled very little - but had a good time sleeping in until noon and hitting the gym. And now, we’re in the midst of the fourth quarter. My classes have switched over to operations management, strategic management, global supply chain management (selective), and the ever-present ethics class.

When I fly with a carry-on, part of me worries cabin storage space will be full by the time I get on. Then I’ll have no choice but to check my bag at the gate, defeating the purpose of having a carry-on (to save time). And this internal tug-of-war begins. My sensible side tells me it’s not really that big of a deal. I don’t have anywhere important to go. My semi-efficient MBA mind tells me it is a huge deal. If only people would follow the rules set into place, flying would be quicker and cheaper.

Then the inevitable woman with a roll-along carry-on bag, a huge tote bag as a purse, and a laptop bag gets on the plane. Technically, aren’t you limited to one carry-on of limited size and a smaller bag? I think you can get away with a roll-on to store in the overhead bins, and a messenger bag or backpack to store under the seat in front of you. And that’s it. But the inevitable woman always has that massive tote bag the size of Texas.

When I got home after a casual trip to Austin for a wedding, a random link in my Gmail popped up — in some large publication, about the carry-on fight. How convenient, at least, if you ignore how Google can be creepily like Big Brother watching over your shoulder sometimes.

Who knows, maybe when I’m done at Smith, I’ll become the inevitable woman with three carry-ons with one carry-on that really is my purse.

It’s a busy few days - leaving for Dallas for the NIRSA collegiate sport club national championships on Wednesday. All my professors were great about my absences - I just have to turn in assignments and answer case questions for participation in class before I go.

I still owe a spring break recap, but I can do it quickly here: did nothing, it was great. I promise to write about that in a week or so when I get back.

Subject for next post: the war of the carry-ons.

Back in middle school, I remember some brand called “No Fear” was pretty popular. Boys wore these bold T-shirts around the hallways, emblazoned with athletic and competitive slogans on the front. And the back, of course, carried “No Fear” logos - some jagged, masculine letters. I guess the company’s best days were back in the mid-90s. I have no idea what happened to them. (I did a quick search for it and found a designer who used to freelance for No Fear named David Snow. He’s got No Fear logos on his personal site at snowdesign.com. Obviously I don’t know him). That’s obviously one of his logos. Thanks, David Snow. Hope your career is as good as it was back in the mid-90s with No Fear.

The point of this entry was to say, my club volleyball team lost in the finals at our tournament this weekend. It was a heartbreaker. If we had one of our missing team members there, we might have taken it — she’s around 5′10″ or 5′11″ and puts up a big block to hit around (or into). I did pretty well, overall, and I feel good, despite being the oldest member of the team.

For the most part, I am competitive with just myself. I always try to do the best that I can, understanding that sometimes others have advantages or capabilities that I don’t have. And I try not to be too hard on myself, although that fails 99 percent of the time. But in volleyball, I’m extremely competitive, and that little trait makes playing so difficult. I want to play and win all the time. I’ll play as hard as I physically can in an attempt to win. And if things don’t turn out right, I take it hard. I’m even harder on myself. So when we lose in the final round, I always think back to that No Fear slogan - second place is the first loser. It’s so true, especially if you ‘re a pessimist.

It’s sort of like those mid-90s Ford Motor Company commercials that used to have a jingle - “We’re number one, we’re second to none.” I hate to be second to someone in sports.

I guess I should probably study for my econ and accounting finals this week. Whoops.

Lately I’ve been wondering if futher graduate education might be a possible career path. Can I see myself as Dr. Donna Lin?

My Digital Business Markets professor, Dr. Joe Bailey, said in class that people come to Smith to learn. That’s what makes the difference between Smith and other graduate business schools. I believe that. Classrooms are interactive, people are asking questions because they genuinely want to know how concepts can be implemented in the business world. (Granted, sometimes professors’ grading requirements include a percentage dedicated to classroom participation, but we will ignore this for the sake of simplicity).

If I did decided to apply to graduate school, would it be better to gain more work experience post-MBA and come back, or is it acceptable to do it all in one shot? Hmm…

I’ve really come to love what I learn in the classroom (doing homework is another story ). I find myself trying to draw parallels between what I’ve seen at work or how I think a process could be streamlined or altered. It’s starting to seem as if the broad overviews I’m exposed to in class aren’t enough to satisfy my curiosity…is this dorky, or is this a sign?