Saturday, August 16, 2008

I have just returned from another lunch that I wanted to go to alone, but the associates wanted me to go with them. So instead of thinking about jack squat all lunch while reminiscing about how fun summer used to be, I was grilled for an hour about which market multiple, in my own opinion, is the most applicable when trying to sell a company. There is no right answer of course, but the "snooty bull-dike wanna-be-whore but my nose is too big" associate proceeds to rip apart my answer from all angles. I returned and conducted my own investigation on this question to find out, low and behold, I am right. Past Transactions are the most useful. Fuck you bitch. Pay for my lunch.

I have been getting indications from the lower level people that this Saturday's Training is going to be even more miserable than I already think it is going to be. They told me that we will be in the conference room from 8:30 to 1:00 with one break. At least it's casual, right? Wrong.

I am currently pretending to read something about a health center but am instead writing this. My bosses are gone for the afternoon, so this will continue indefinitely. If you feel even the slightest inclination to put a smile on my face, respond and give me something to read. I just got an email from a friend who is in Dublin for the summer. It read, "pissed in my closet last night." That was it. This is a perfect example of what to send me.