The Burning Bush

When your boss’s boss (or boss’s boss’s boss’s boss, depending on how you read the org chart) – anyway, when the head of the whole damn plant stops by your cubicle to say he’s heard you’re thinking of going back to school and he thinks it would be a really good idea, you don’t need a weathervane to tell which way the wind is blowing.

Time to get crackin’.

And hey, this is good news: just chatted with an admissions advisor at UMUC who said that my lack of a diploma shouldn’t be a problem so long as I have a transcript from Carroll. Sweet!