It was around 2008 when I got the coma. I'd tried an online school before that with a rapid turn around in classes but they expected me to take basic classes and, again, I couldn't be assed to take them seriously.

You have every right to refuse to answer

So I ended up retaking legitimately bullshit easy classes that I could have aced if I could be bothered to actually do the work.

Mind you, at this same time, I'm an undiagnosed and uncontrolled diabetic. I'm growing slowly in security, but I'm also dealing with crippling fatigue.

I'm probably well into the high 300s in terms of weight. My brother isn't doing so hot either. But, we're "loaded" because of how carefully we balance our budgets and life seems good, relative to living in poverty before.

We have our tech, 80" HD tv when it was new.

New computers, every console.

stereo surround.

I feel the same way about how I went about my high school experience. Couldve gotten higher grades if I had just tried.

It was all beneath me.

lol, arrogant to the max.

But then, in 2008, it got me. The pancreatitis hit. A month later I'm awake. My school told me to gtfo because I'm failing too much.

I'm crippled for a year. Like, cannot work, cannot walk, need a wheel chair and walker.

Can't be awake for more than an hour at a time.

I remember wanting so much to play Resistance 2 but I can't stay up long enough to get through a whole match so I mostly watch my brother play.

Mom came back to help me recover.

I try to jump the gun and get back to work in patrol, but it's too much and I aggravate my bedsore in my foot and have to go back to mostly rest.

Another school sees that I'm dropped out and calls me up. They'll hook it up. Slower coursework, lower cost. I figure, I'm already on my continue, might as well do this shit right.

This is 2009/2010

I'm gonna be a project manager. I just need the degree, I tell myself.

Yeah.

So, for the next 6 or so years, I am mostly doing security patrol work. I get a nice, cushy day gig with 10 hr shifts.

Bring my brother. We rarely hang out anymore, but our combined incoming is now 30/hr.

We have become satisfied with the crap we acquired. No more hunger for possessions.

I get my BS in Business Administration, but the program wouldn't let me focus on project management. But I could if I go for my masters.

That's only a 2 or 3 year program. Plus, all those credits I got back in community college came over. So it took me 6 total years of casual school to get my MBA.

3.99 GPA for my BS, 3.95 (or 3.85) GPA for my masters.

I was eventually able to run a little. But my weight bounced back up and then started creeping back down.

Nobody in security would give me the time of day, though.

I'm almost 3 standard deviations smarter than everyone I worked with. The ones that recognized it probably saw me as a threat. My personality didn't help at all, since it was obvious I knew I was better than all of them.

Objectively, I was and still am. But, I was clearly violating Law 1: Never Outshine the Master, and my progress was stunted for it.

I finally got my MBA at 32 or 33. I'm on top of the world.

No one gives a fuck because I'm not an engineer nor do I have other technical experience because I've been doing security grunt work this whole time.

Yay me. Cue 2 years of unemployment or underemployment..

Fuck

My gf, a very milfy lady imo, ditched me at that dark time.

Then, about two years ago, my company called me up. They saw that I was claiming 3 years of project management experience (a stretch, tbh) and had a desperate need for someone in PA.

With no prospects in CA, I said, "Fuck yeah, let's do this."

I guess I won't be able to play a lot of German music in my future videos on their history

5 months later, the director of project management wanted a manufacturing engineer with an MBA in project management..

So I get curbed, but I'm lucky because I'm an employee of my consulting firm and they move me to OH.