New England Weather

Having lived in Boston for nearly two years now, I definitely consider myself a permanent resident.  I can give directions to tourists, use the T to its maximum efficiency, analyze the impact of the Red Sox schedule on my weekend plans, etc.

I am still astounded at how the weather can go from “Perfect Beach Day” to “Rain on a Biblical Scale.”

Today, it took about fifteen minutes.  And by the time 4:30 rolled around, driving was a matter of fording a series of large, shallow lakes while trying to see through the barrel of water that the jackass in the lane next to you kicked up onto your windshield.

In other news, I’m settling well into the new job.  I fell behind on my CFA studying over the past week or two (double whammy; the mental exhaustion of learning a new job and a new corporate culture, and the siren’s call of Half Life 2 on the new PC).  I’m starting to catch up.  The test is in December and I won’t be in panic mode for a few more months, but the more I can internalize now, the easier it will go.  From what I hear, Level 1 is actually not tremendously difficult for somebody who’s made it through a decent MBA program and puts in the study time – Levels 2 and 3 really separate the men from the boys.  I have some time for those, since I can’t be a true CFA charterholder until I have four years of experience with investments and securities under my belt.  Basically, I’m taking this test because it’s fun to learn about financial concepts, and because it’s a boost on the resume.

Also, the Bell in Hand is an excellent bar.  I have no idea what band was playing there last night, but they covered some good songs, and they put on a good show.