Its been a tough year, and I realized the financial district is not for me.
I will no longer:
Be screamed at by Partners because the deal fell through. (Buy an auto tune, that way when you scream I can laugh at your silly voice.)
Dust your invisible dust.
Be lectured for your mistakes and take the fall for them.
Not eat all day for the fear of missing a task from a managing partner.
Get your luke warm/room temperature, not warm, not cold, but a tad boiling water. (I still don’t know what this is.)
Be told to sit in your parking spot so no one will take it. (Yes, I thought this was a joke. This is one of many reasons why I wish you had an auto tune voice. I probably shouldn’t have laughed at this one.)
To all the screaming partners in the financial district: eat some dessert. If there is one thing I have learned it is this. I become a hungry hungry hippo if I don’t eat when I need to. Please take my advice. You must be a little low on sugar, cause your tad bit grumpy.