Hi. New blog. I have another one, but I think it's been discovered by a whole lot of nosy who's who's at the damn office, and I find I've been starting to censor myself of late. Plus I think if you google my name you can find that blog. And I kinda don't want whatever I put there to come back and bite my professional ass. Especially since I'm planning a stellar rise to rule the freaking world.
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It is 4pm. Yet another day of pointless stupid amendments to the powerpoint presentation. Frankly, who gives a shit between "We propose the following options and we recommend Option 1" and "Of the two (2) options, we recommend Option 1"?

Nothing usually goes to plan, everything gets changed at the very last minute. And I've worked on this for months. And amidst the anal comments, I have to co-ordinate the compilation of information from so many people. Plus wait with bated breath for the bitch I hate in sales to get back to me. More stories about HER later.

So if my boss asks me ONE more time to clarify with bond research on why the fucking yield curve is shifting every single time the guy sends out an update, I will lose it. Working in this new team isn't as hunky as I thought it'd be. I wanted to work for my last boss. Now I just can't wait to get away from the current one.

And as luck would have it, I happen to be in the department with one of the slowest career progressions. Even the bf, who joined later than I did, is being given deals to run on his own so that his boss can justify a promotion for him to assistant vice president come end of the year.

Me? I'm right at the bottom of the food chain, despite working harder and smarter than some of the existing AVPs, with a very bleak looking progression. That's why I'm festering. That's why I'm tired. But that stupid noble thing I have, discipline, is stopping me from saying fuck you all.
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Back to the bitch in sales. I actually have nothing against her except she ignores me when we're in a group, the you're-a-speck-of-dust kind of ignore. Sometimes, her attitude puzzles me especially since I didn't steal her boyfriend or anything. But mostly, it just pisses me off.

But karma and its retributory attributes exist. I was talking to Playboy, who happens to be friends with some of the guys the sales bitch has slept with, and when I asked what he thought of her, he proclaimed her a "village bicycle". Because everyone's taken a ride on it.

I wanted to punch my fists in the air and yell "You're damn right!" but of course I maintained. Must not lose my touch.
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Life's seriously a drama when you're in your twenties.

Stay tuned.