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I feel you. I agree; papa Madoff may sadly be the minority in our generation. Hopefully the wheels start to turn soon as we see millenials break into more Managment positions. Regardless, nice to hear from the other side.
You had me at “Rocko’s Modern Life.” That guy sure knew how to cut loose with Heifer after he put in his hours as a phone sex operator (yes, went above my head at the time too). Sounds like you do too (sub phone sex operator for x white collar job). Good on you.
And you’re right- I don’t remember much about the Iriquois Indians from fifth grade.
But I remember a fuck ton of Rocko’s Modern Life episodes.
Thank you! I am glad you found the advice useful. It sounds like you have found yourself a workable corporate culture. That is rare; I’m happy for you. I wonder if the shift back to more boundaries in the work place will result from the rise of new types of industries who are blazing trails in different ways across the board as they outmode old models and paradigms.
I eloped, but had a party after. One of my good friends came all the way to the event with her husband and baby (no kids makes it extra rough on some people). Baby got sick and they couldn’t make it. No hard feelings, thing happen–but she called. Not calling is dick.
Also, why didn’t she ask for the uneaten walleye to go? Did this chick have em pack up the unused dinner rolls too?
So happy for you! After I left real estate finance, I actually went into architecture/interior design (on the business side). Talk about long hours, not enough pay, and client pressures. I’m curious to know which firm you are at; they sound great. Email me if you have time.
Worse yet, it was more than one. Bear and Lehman were HUGE recruiters at my campus and so many people I knew had offers in-hand from interning the summer before or from the fall. Others even turned down offers at other shops for them. Some got lucky at were fit into roles at JP or elsewhere and were relatively unscathed. However, I had at least one friend who had to file for bankruptcy before they even had much of a credit history. Credit card debt, car payments, no job prospects, parents couldn’t help–just could not do it. Keep in mind though student loan debt never goes away…
100% accurate. I was invited to a book club and read the book for my first one. I got there and it was a talking Pinterest board of wedding and home re-decorating ideas.
Ranch Dressing-thank you, glad you like the writings! I really appreciate it. Re: Kara-endra–someone IS reading her and liking it. Sista wouldn’t be published if she wasn’t getting clicks. The stuff isn’t for me either, but clearly its for someone on this site. Also, the one I read introduced me to a lot of cool new GIFs in the comment section. Additionally, I think Todd appreciates the otherwise repressed self-expression opportunities that commenting on the columns afford him.
NROTC and rowing in college gave me the same habitwake the eff up–because you have no other choice. Now I am up to do yoga, some new age-y shit, and sometimes coach rowing or go to my own rowing practice. By 9:30 am some days I have already going to rowing practice and led a yoga class. Then its time for work–and I feel awesome. And want to go to bed at 9pm.
I flip shit when I wake up to see I slept past 9 on a weekend. This irks Mr. CarolineGould, who loves revel in bed until late morning and likes to stay up watching Archer together during the week. As a result, most our sex is at 4pm on weekends. What ya gonna do?
HatingLife, thank you for standing up for bed shitters everywhere. You’re right it would be stinky if that’s the only reason we broke up. It wasn’t just the massive dump in the bed. As I said, things had been shitty for a while…this wasn’t even reason number two. Beginning of the final, irreconcilable end–hence shitting the bed meaning “shitting the bed.”
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Haha thanks, ShibblesNBits– it’s actually like “Gewld” though I wish it was Goldmember style “Gold” with 8 Os. I
I don’t know Jan, but he/she may have kids who need supervision during the summer. Some teachers become teachers because of the schedule.
One of mine was a stripper two towns away during the summer.
Rock n roll.
I feel you. I agree; papa Madoff may sadly be the minority in our generation. Hopefully the wheels start to turn soon as we see millenials break into more Managment positions. Regardless, nice to hear from the other side.
PS. I hope you don’t get mercury poisoning.
You had me at “Rocko’s Modern Life.” That guy sure knew how to cut loose with Heifer after he put in his hours as a phone sex operator (yes, went above my head at the time too). Sounds like you do too (sub phone sex operator for x white collar job). Good on you.
And you’re right- I don’t remember much about the Iriquois Indians from fifth grade.
But I remember a fuck ton of Rocko’s Modern Life episodes.
Point proven. This piece made me feel happy.
Thank you! I am glad you found the advice useful. It sounds like you have found yourself a workable corporate culture. That is rare; I’m happy for you. I wonder if the shift back to more boundaries in the work place will result from the rise of new types of industries who are blazing trails in different ways across the board as they outmode old models and paradigms.
I eloped, but had a party after. One of my good friends came all the way to the event with her husband and baby (no kids makes it extra rough on some people). Baby got sick and they couldn’t make it. No hard feelings, thing happen–but she called. Not calling is dick.
Also, why didn’t she ask for the uneaten walleye to go? Did this chick have em pack up the unused dinner rolls too?
So happy for you! After I left real estate finance, I actually went into architecture/interior design (on the business side). Talk about long hours, not enough pay, and client pressures. I’m curious to know which firm you are at; they sound great. Email me if you have time.
Thanks! Glad I found the site via its groundbreaking reporting on the upcoming all 90s Nickelodeon channel.
Worse yet, it was more than one. Bear and Lehman were HUGE recruiters at my campus and so many people I knew had offers in-hand from interning the summer before or from the fall. Others even turned down offers at other shops for them. Some got lucky at were fit into roles at JP or elsewhere and were relatively unscathed. However, I had at least one friend who had to file for bankruptcy before they even had much of a credit history. Credit card debt, car payments, no job prospects, parents couldn’t help–just could not do it. Keep in mind though student loan debt never goes away…
100% accurate. I was invited to a book club and read the book for my first one. I got there and it was a talking Pinterest board of wedding and home re-decorating ideas.
Thank you; I’m already married. But as long as you don’t shit the bed, your odds of finding the right lady some day should be pretty high.
And I forgot to say, if anyone gets Twisted Sister to come to their office–I want to be invited.
Ranch Dressing-thank you, glad you like the writings! I really appreciate it. Re: Kara-endra–someone IS reading her and liking it. Sista wouldn’t be published if she wasn’t getting clicks. The stuff isn’t for me either, but clearly its for someone on this site. Also, the one I read introduced me to a lot of cool new GIFs in the comment section. Additionally, I think Todd appreciates the otherwise repressed self-expression opportunities that commenting on the columns afford him.
In New Age-Ahimsa,
Namaste
I wish I could say “I literally cannot,” but I can’t.
NROTC and rowing in college gave me the same habitwake the eff up–because you have no other choice. Now I am up to do yoga, some new age-y shit, and sometimes coach rowing or go to my own rowing practice. By 9:30 am some days I have already going to rowing practice and led a yoga class. Then its time for work–and I feel awesome. And want to go to bed at 9pm.
I flip shit when I wake up to see I slept past 9 on a weekend. This irks Mr. CarolineGould, who loves revel in bed until late morning and likes to stay up watching Archer together during the week. As a result, most our sex is at 4pm on weekends. What ya gonna do?
Shibby, why do you have to be such a turd? #donenow
However, I did make Aaron vow to not shit the bed when we got married.
HatingLife, thank you for standing up for bed shitters everywhere. You’re right it would be stinky if that’s the only reason we broke up. It wasn’t just the massive dump in the bed. As I said, things had been shitty for a while…this wasn’t even reason number two. Beginning of the final, irreconcilable end–hence shitting the bed meaning “shitting the bed.”
Haha Shibby no way–it’s Grent.
I am glad to hear that (for your relationship, not for your nightstand). I think to “shit the bed” you really have to shit that bad.