happynightmares

I haven’t written in this thing in ages because I didn’t want it to be all whining about how I am not employed. And really that’s pretty much all there was to write about that I CAN write about since stories of debauchery would not be well received by certain parties. A guy’s gotta have SOME secrets after all, hm?  Anyway, I now AM employed. I am still lowly paid, relatively speaking.  But I make enough to satisfy some slightly more expensive vices and in the long run, that’s all that really matters, right? And if I really cared, I’d study for this CFA test, so oh well. Anyway.

I’m working at a company called Financial Management Advisors. This is a 35 person company that manages like 1.5 billion dollars, making it smalelr than my old company.  I am working here partially because the position is good. Partially because the money is better than I was getting anywhere else. Partially cause this was the only real offer I got, and still the best one I would have gotten. Partially cause I can maybe get a decent raise in six months that will make me very happy, or I can stick it out for a couple years and move on to something better.  But mostly I am working at Financial Management Advisors because of the name. It is exactly what it says it is. They are Financial Management Advisors. No cute little things with the name.  It’s the Snakes on a Plane of finance. A good company, small, low budget, and underappreciated.  But fun, nevertheless. And I get to do trading and shit, even if there isnt that much of it. I get to model portfolios and pick bonds to buy and sell and eventually learn all this lovely stuff that will hopefully make me eminently employable by someone bigger and more badass.  I wanna be badass. Sigh…I guess I should study…

I started taking the bus to work cause I have to pay for parking and it would cost me 180 bucks a month.  So I take the bus at 6 in the morning.  I took the the wrong bus today. Even though I was at the right stop and the bus was exactly on time, it was still the wrong one. A girl on the bus may have been flirting with me. I can never tell.  But I know that I don’t strike up conversations with strangers on the bus, so maybe she was. I feel pretty. Hehehehe. I will take the wrong bus again until I meet this mystery girl and get to the bottom of what shall no doubt be a rather banal nothingness!  But I will be amused.  And that’s all that really matters in the end.