Halloween season always reminds me of Arnie. Like all Wharton students, Arnie pushed the boundaries of the extraordinary. But to call Arnie a student would miss most of the story; Arnie, you see, was a ghost.
You might wonder how a ghost wound up at Wharton. Arnie first haunted the halls of Huntsman around 2012 – after working several years in the linens department at Macy’s. He had always been a drifter, but seemed to find his niche at Macy’s. There he got top reviews. His boss told him often “you’re dead to me” – the nicest compliment a ghost can receive. But something was missing.
He dreamed of getting into PE – Paranormal Equity – a hot field to be sure (though valuations could be tricky). His manager warned him it could be a tough transition. The Prerequisites? A background in PE and good hair. He didn’t have either. But Arnie didn’t scare easily. He wouldn’t let another 345 years slip by. He lived by every ghost’s motto… YOLOF – You Only Live Once and then Forever. So he left his job and floated over to Wharton.
At Wharton, Arnie found a vibrant social scene. He especially loved the White Party. For the first time, he could be himself. He checked out WGA’s rich social calendar and felt something else: FOMO. He joined every club (well, except hockey, since signups happened during the witching hour). And he haunted every trek (he was a frequent flyer alright). Pretty soon he was everywhere.
But by the March of 2014, Wharton had had enough. A lurking ghost left students unsettled. Arnie showing up in a selfie didn’t help matters. I needed to step in. So I pulled him aside and told him about JOMO – the Joy of Missing Out. Looks like that did the trick.
We haven’t heard from him since. I did see on LinkedIn that he, ultimately, pursued a career in Tech. He founded an app called Oooooooo-ber – sort of an Uber for scaring people (his lawyers argued the name was different enough). I’m glad he found his bliss. No doubt he has a long, bright future ahead.