One of the classes I'm taking this semester is marketing. For the record, I'm an MIS and Econ double major. Neither of these majors really prepares me for a career that invovles dealing with other people in any way, let alone selling them shit.
That's part of the joy. I like computer. I like IT. I even like troubleshooting. I also like research and analysis and wading up to the hips in data.
In my stats class yesterday, I was all bouncy and happy as my professor went through the proofs on basic statistical formulas (and, sadly, confirmed I really do have to take calculus somewhere down the line, even if it's not required). The rest of the class - bored, irritated, confused. Me, enjoying the light bulb sensation and a little let down when he promised not to do proofs anymore.
But I digress.
Marketing. The American EvilTM
. The ultimate flaw with a market-based economy - we have to consume a variety of things. In order to know what to consume, we have to know its out there. Hence, marketing.
No matter how many times I am told that marketing is about customer orientation, I will not believe. Commercials that insult my intelligence, condescending sales people who assume I do not met their demographics, and tray-liner ads that simply waste space in my mailbox, newspaper, then landfills do not speak to me as a consumer.
So, no, I'm not really enjoying the whole Marketing experience.
Still, learning how it all works does provide some amusing links, like this one
, the world of white trash dolls. I wouldn't go quite that far, but it always amazes me the shit people buy.
Or this one
, featuring bad translations from international marketing efforts. I was a bit disappointed that Chevy Nova turned out to be a myth, because it's such a fun little story.
Anyway, I have more reading for the most disorganized class ever - that would be Business Writing, which gives it the win just in case another, equally disorganized class comes along - and 5 *cries* episodes of Naruto on my hard drive now that I'd like to watch this weekend. And laundry. And bathrooms to clean. And dinner to cook. And I still haven't watched the Aussie Open Men's Final.
I need a break and it's only three weeks in.