Yesterday was the end of an era for me. It was my last day of working on a trading floor. That's right kids my trading jacket was officially retired-jelly stains and all. I'm moving on up to a deluxe office in Midtown with a chair and a file cabinet to keep my trinkets in. For as much as I bitch about it-I will miss the floor and the freaks that work on it. I have spent the last 12 years yelling, drinking, gambling, and golfing with a pack of indigent boys. I don't know if I can behave in an office. As HUGE told me yesterday "Midtown is not ready for you. The minute you yell and call someone an asshole it's over." I think he might be right. I wonder how it will go over in the office when I wrap the phone cord around my neck and yell Macy's Day Parade Float while pretending to be a giant balloon. Should be interesting.
* I look much better in mine.
Yeah, but yours has that bitchin' jelly stain, so it's more like wearable art...
Posted by: La Gringa | June 03, 2007 at 06:57 PM