Please read the case and pay attention to the facts, the problems derived from the facts and think of possible solutions.
The Wine & Cheese starts with a social time and after a Family Enrichment Presentation the case will be discussed facilitated by a moderator. Social time to follow afterwards. Event is Saturday, February 29th from 7:30 - 9:00 pm.
The Wine & Cheese starts with a social time and after a Family Enrichment Presentation the case will be discussed facilitated by a moderator. Social time to follow afterwards. Event is Saturday, February 29th from 7:30 - 9:00 pm.
Personal Project Demo Case
Happy Hour
Whenever Tiffany and Alexandra get together, they trade stories about their classmates. Three years out of college, they can’t help but keep a scorecard on those who have great jobs, those who don’t, the few who are already married.
“A pretty crazy sort of life, between college and marriage,” says Tiffany, who is on her second rum drink.
“You mean, if we get married at all, Tiff. Which, after all, comes first: career or a husband?”
“Career, obviously. No way I even think about getting married until I have financial independence.”
“Isn’t that going to take a while? Especially in this city, with the rents and all.”
“It’s the track we’re on, Alex. Work hard, maybe have an affair or two, then at age thirty meet Mr. Right and settle down.”
“Tiff, you don’t even like your job and it’s your third one!” says Alexandra.
“Well, I’m trying to sort myself out. Who knows? Maybe I’ll marry a guy who makes a lot of money. That reminds me!”
Tiffany punches out a number on her cell phone but gets a recording.
“Where are the men, anyway?” Alexandra says with a sigh.
“They’re around. I mean, the decent ones. But they don’t have the slightest inclination to marry until suddenly they meet someone on a business trip or whatever. I’ve seen it happen a number of times.”
“You don’t seem terribly anxious when it comes to men.”
“I don’t need a husband right now. In fact, I don’t see family when I close my eyes and peer into the future.”
“What do you see?”
“My career, I guess. Whatever that turns out to be. Nice vacations.”
“But don’t you want someone permanent in your life?”
“Well, if something worthwhile were to come along … But the marriage would have to be, I don’t know—where I can still be pretty independent. I haven’t worked out that part yet.”
“I suppose I’ve never considered not getting married.”
“Alex, you know I’ve met a pretty hot guy named Duncan. I’ve invited him to join us, but he’s late and isn’t answering his phone.”
It so happens that Duncan is aware of Tiffany’s calls. He is in a nearby office building doing spreadsheets. At one point between columns, he pauses and feels pleased with himself. Here he is: a young professional humming through a complex task: clever with numbers, justified in the eyes his contemporaries, flush with spending money. And there is the distraction of an occasional love affair. With Tiffany, he has not put aside the distancing machinery—the elaborately wired security system—which he brings into relationships. He feels a blissful self-sufficiency.
He completes the spreadsheet, turns off the computer, ascertains that there are now four missed calls from Tiffany, and decides it’s time to party.
“A pretty crazy sort of life, between college and marriage,” says Tiffany, who is on her second rum drink.
“You mean, if we get married at all, Tiff. Which, after all, comes first: career or a husband?”
“Career, obviously. No way I even think about getting married until I have financial independence.”
“Isn’t that going to take a while? Especially in this city, with the rents and all.”
“It’s the track we’re on, Alex. Work hard, maybe have an affair or two, then at age thirty meet Mr. Right and settle down.”
“Tiff, you don’t even like your job and it’s your third one!” says Alexandra.
“Well, I’m trying to sort myself out. Who knows? Maybe I’ll marry a guy who makes a lot of money. That reminds me!”
Tiffany punches out a number on her cell phone but gets a recording.
“Where are the men, anyway?” Alexandra says with a sigh.
“They’re around. I mean, the decent ones. But they don’t have the slightest inclination to marry until suddenly they meet someone on a business trip or whatever. I’ve seen it happen a number of times.”
“You don’t seem terribly anxious when it comes to men.”
“I don’t need a husband right now. In fact, I don’t see family when I close my eyes and peer into the future.”
“What do you see?”
“My career, I guess. Whatever that turns out to be. Nice vacations.”
“But don’t you want someone permanent in your life?”
“Well, if something worthwhile were to come along … But the marriage would have to be, I don’t know—where I can still be pretty independent. I haven’t worked out that part yet.”
“I suppose I’ve never considered not getting married.”
“Alex, you know I’ve met a pretty hot guy named Duncan. I’ve invited him to join us, but he’s late and isn’t answering his phone.”
It so happens that Duncan is aware of Tiffany’s calls. He is in a nearby office building doing spreadsheets. At one point between columns, he pauses and feels pleased with himself. Here he is: a young professional humming through a complex task: clever with numbers, justified in the eyes his contemporaries, flush with spending money. And there is the distraction of an occasional love affair. With Tiffany, he has not put aside the distancing machinery—the elaborately wired security system—which he brings into relationships. He feels a blissful self-sufficiency.
He completes the spreadsheet, turns off the computer, ascertains that there are now four missed calls from Tiffany, and decides it’s time to party.
