Continuing on, "they are sooooo amazing, smart, slender, drink like champs…Just my type."
That pretty much sums me up.
I am indeed amazing, smart and slender.
I can also out drink most men.
By the way, in case you haven't noticed I'm not very humble - I find most people described with that particular attribute are just full of bull and I find life is too short to mince words (i.e. I'm too impatient). I'm blunt, honest and find wasting 30 seconds thinking about some idiot getting upset about these two qualities makes me very angry.
Quite often people just don't understand me by what I say. It seems I have to exercise censorship.
People find my comments and humour sadistic, sarcastic and egotistic. Perhaps the latter may be true, but why discourage self-promotion? It's not unhealthy if it is founded in truth.
(My annual review concludes more or less along the same line; year in and year out, "A., you are the perfect employee. We love you here. You have truly done an outstanding job and there are very rare improvements asked of you. But try and be nice. We know you're extremely efficient and hard working, but do take some time to take other people's feelings into consideration. That's it.")
I find incompetence a growing disease. And it's swept under the rug.
I don't have the time for it and it really pisses me off. I don't even bother to turn around if some idiot assistant comes up and tries to talk to me. My words are limited to yes, no, of course and why do you think so?
For such people it takes me less than a fortnight to foster such mistrust. It takes management a minimum of 4 months to recognise the employee's mistakes and errors and to let them go.
It makes absolutely no sense to me. You waste so much time and money training new staff. You are not meant to go to work to socialise. You are paid to do a specific job.
You should also have an obligation to do as much as you can for your employer. Even if they are not doing everything for you, you must be able to provide as much resourcefulness to them as you promise them when they hire you.
Those who have read Thick Face, Black Heart by Chin Ning-Chu ("success through negative mental attitude") know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, I've been avidly following up on the global tirade on the 'banker tax' and the widely disputed banker bonus ever since last year. I'm not complaining too much about the allocation of a significant percentage of gross earnings into shares vs cash with the growing overpricing of banks.
Although if I worked at JPMC I would be thinking, "I wish they gave us GS shares instead."
It's almost the end of the week. I didn't hear from L, so I had no idea if he forgot about speaking to his colleague.
Luckily I remembered it's his birthday today. I shot him a quick sms this morning: "Happy bday L."
"Thanks. Very nice of you to remember."
"Curse of a bad memory. Not so good for the morning after ;) Have a fab day."
The ostensible truth of my communications is purely for this new job. Which he offered to arrange.
Anyway my holiday is in 16 days. Hawaii for 15 days.
Jesus fucking christ.
I've taken very little time off (except for the forced leave which was terrible).
I am going to go crazy doing nothing. Retirement must be a nightmare.
I'm going to end this post with a very interesting website I found, "Illicit Encounters".
Bottom line: it connects married individuals who are looking for an affair.
Interesting.
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