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Coming Home

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 17:05:53 GMT

Just came back from a 10 day break from work. I have to say, it was quite relaxing and hectic at the same time. For a moment, I actually forgot I was a member of the American working force. But once I realized that come Tuesday I would have to come back to the real life, I had to hold back a tear (not really...that would be terrible). Fishing was an interesting experience. Swells were huge so I thought the boat was going to flip at any time. Quality time with the Dad and the sea. Thought I was going to puke my brains out at one point. Thank god for pills. Vegas....oh vegas...what is there to say? How I love thee. You are my sunrise and sunset (and I have seen them both...twice). You give me life, pleasure, and purpose to live. You provide food, shelter, and entertainment for a nominal fee. Jealous yet, Janet?! :D Bottles at Tao, Night at Tryst. Strong weekend. BALLINNN'I need to move back to Cali. This east coast weather is just not cutting it. I would gladly pay $4.50 for a gallon of gas for some 70 degree weather (maybe not gladly, but willingly). SD, OC, LA: until December....Now its back to the suck. One good that has come out of it is that I'm starting a new rotation. Should be interesting to see how that goes, but the grass may be greener on the other side. TBD. It's past 5 and I have no idea why I'm still here, so I leave.

Monday, June 09, 2008

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 09:48:41 GMT

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 16:33:13 GMT

On the brink of doing this...

http://tapespace.com/view/Bad_Day_At_The_Office

try me...JUST TRY ME!

POGS, the great American "Sport"

Fri, 16 May 2008 16:57:08 GMT

Do you remember POGS? How awesome was that game! For those of you who don't know what the hell I'm talking about, educate yourself:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pogs

It's time to bring it back! I'm going to start a movement to get people back into this glorious game. Bring back the cases of slammers, binders full of pogs, the neighborhood kid running home crying cuz he just lost his special edition The Tick pog...etc.

Story of My Life

Fri, 09 May 2008 13:03:55 GMT

Here's an article I found. Just goes to prove that this isn't for me:

A Nasty Business - An Open Letter From A Back Office Professional

last updated: 06/05/2008

Here's a little something sent in by one of our readers, a back office professional.

'I'm just another inconsequential statistic on a spreadsheet. I didn't lose my firm billions and I certainly didn't earn millions, but cutting my job will save my ex-firm thousands and will no doubt help the bank's hapless shareholders at least feel that something is being done in an effort to get the share price up.

I don't feel angry and I certainly don't feel guilty. I just feel stupid. Very, very stupid. I'm one of those reliable sorts who gets up early each morning, slogs to work on the train and then spends most of the day undertaking mindless tasks for modest amounts of money. Granted, I earned more than most do, although the long hours, pressure and the stress don't really compensate for the fact that I might earn a few thousand more each year than some of my friends.

I never got a big bonus ( in fact, one year in the early 2000s I got no bonus at all - none of us 'low-lifes' did ). I never engaged in office politics. I never brown-nosed my boss (and I had plenty over the years, mostly high-fliers who parachuted into the department, cocked it up and were promoted out before their chickens came home to roost). I just diligently went about my job, keeping my head down and my nose clean. I was just a cog in the not-so-well oiled machine that turned out to be my firm. I was stupid enough to think, however, that because I worked hard and didn't cost that much, I'd be spared the job axe when it came calling. The opposite, of course, is true. It's the more able and reliable staff, known for their loyalty, who can be sacrificed when the markets turn in the certain knowledge that we will go without making a fuss. And I did.

I won't be taking my firm to a tribunal, and you won't see my name up in lights complaining about how hard done I've been done ( I have no wish to commit career suicide yet, as I need to get another job in the industry). But I will pass on this piece of advice to anyone who cares to listen: 'Nice Guys Do Finish Last!'. In our industry it just doesn't pay to think that you can get by without throwing your weight around, or causing a fuss. The fact is, if you simply go about your job in a quiet and competent fashion, you'll be treated like a carpet, and walked all over!

And don't fool yourself, like I did, into thinking that your firm will have any qualms about repaying all your hard work and loyalty with the boot if it suits - and, to add insult to injury, you'll probably have to work your notice period as you're not important enough to be frog-marched out of the premises by the security police! The fact is, from top to bottom, the financial markets industry is a nasty old business. And you should treat it like one. To survive and thrive (at whatever level), you have to go to work each and every day and ask: 'What's in it for me ?'. It doesn't pay to be a nice guy. It doesn't pay to ignore office politics, and it certainly doesn't pay to imagine that your diligent contribution will be recognised unless you force it down your boss's throat at every opportunity. If you do something well, shout it from the roof-tops! If you see a back, stab it! If you see a chance, take it! No matter who you are, or how lowly you are in the food chain, you must take what you can, posture when you can and showboat all the time. And never, never, believe for one moment that being nice will get you anywhere. You might get your reward in Heaven, but you certainly won't at the firm you sweated blood for!'.

Chains

Thu, 08 May 2008 17:00:16 GMT

It's hard to believe that it's already been a year since I've graduated. 5 Years since I entered college. Where the hell has time gone?!

Now I sit at my desk dreaming of the days of my "youth." I swore that I would never want to go back to school while I was cramming for my 9am exams, busting out 30 page papers, and guzzling down 3 redbulls in an hour. I lied...

It's quite sad how monotonous an average working day is. Sometimes I wonder to myself, "if I leave right now, would anyone notice?" The answer is sadly no. Self worth is lost in the sea of production. Everyone plays their own part in the bigger picture, which means your worth is only as valuable as the deliverables you produce. Being that a first year in this office is given pretty much nothing to do, I guess I'm worth very little.

Sure they pay me to sit around all day, surf the internet, do the occasional powerpoint presentation edits. But where's the pressure, intensity, drive that everyone had marketed about fiance as we exited the gates of Columbia? They lie, but I turn my head and blindly follow them backwards into the pits of hell where all financial corporations produce the most vile and manipulative products known to man...and the people buy them in hopes of high returns, $250,000 cars, and retirement at 30. Simply awful.

Selfishness and conformity. Two ideas that I detest the most, yet I find myself indulging in them every Monday-Friday, 9am-5pm. The battle between my natural instinct to survive and my personal cognition rages on with no clear front runner. Maybe one of them needs just surrender like Hillary should (get the hell out of this race!).

Time to move on. Find new passions. I'm young, might as well explore what's out there. Get away from the mundane lifestyle by which I live.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 11:46:06 GMT

If your life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be? (jacked from RobZ)

1. Open your music library
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

Opening Credits: Alicia Keys - No One

Waking Up: Gnarls Barkley - Crazy (hardly)

Average Day: Ice Cube - We Be Thugs (i am quite ganster, my neezie)

First Date: Lil Scrappy - No Problem (what can i say, im a pro)

Falling in Love: Mystical - Shake Ya Ass (uhhhh, sure!)

Love Scene: Soulja Boy - Soulja Girl (what an awful song, but appropriate i guess)

Fight Scene: Green Day - Long View

Breaking Up: Boyz II Men - I'll Make Love to You (Kind of counter-intuitive, no?)

Getting Back Together: Lumidee - Never Leave You (That's more like it)

Secret Love: Usher - Caught Up

Life’s Okay: Boa - Every Heart (HOW DID THAT GET INTO MY IPOD!?)

Mental Breakdown: Beyonce feat Jay-z - Deja Vu

Driving: Mobb Deep - Hell on Earth (Instrumental)

Learning a Lesson: Kanye West - Bittersweet

Deep Thought: Linkin Park - Easier to Run (deeeeeeep)

Flashback: Justin Timberlake - SexyBack (flashback to my sexyback...the good ol days)

Partying: Ice Cube - Go To Church (a sign to stop partying perhaps?)

Happy Dance: John Legend - Alright

Regretting: NaS - My Country

Long Night Alone: John Williams - Across the Stars (pretty good one here)

Death Scene: Lil Wayne - Shooters (bingo)

Closing Credits: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Animal Bar

The Challenge (Game on!)

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 13:59:27 GMT

After a great weekend of food and fun at Mount Snow, Richard and I have embarked on a quest to redeem ourselves of our glutenous ways. Why are you two up to this time, one might ask? Well, after a weekend of nachos, philly cheese steaks, slices of fresh pepperoni, bags of marshmallows, and loads of spicy pasta, our bellies have grown considerably more noticeable. I believe earth's satellites have analyzed images of New York City and have indicated that there seem to be two tumors growing near the financial district. So in order to alleviate the damage we have caused on our digestive system, we have decided to take on a challenge to lose 10 pounds. But what's the fun and motivation in that without a little wager. Here are the conditions:

1. First to lose 10 pounds is the pending winner.

2. Once one of the participants has lost the 10 lbs, the other participant has 24 hours to hit the 10lb mark. If he does, then the game ends as a tie. If not, the first participant is declared the official winner

3. Loser must do winner's laundry once a week for a one month period. This includes washing, drying, and folding services. Failure to do so will result in a can of whoopass.

4. No supplements or unhealthy methodologies shall be used at anytime. Diet pills, Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, crack, bulimia, anorexia, and starving are deemed to be cheating and will result in forfeit of the challenge.

5. Weigh-ins will be performed according to a pre-set schedule during the hours of 10-11pm on established dates.

6. Both participants must be present during the weigh-ins. Weigh-in will not be documented unless this condition is met.

7. Sponsors and motivators are allowed and even encouraged.

According to the official weigh-in held at 10:35pm last night 3/17 at Gold's Gym on John Street, the weights are as follows:

* Joseph Y. Kim (aka Jumbo): Height 6'1" Weight 194.3 lbs <---- Projected Winner (source: CNN)

* Richard S. Chun (aka Mr. Sleep): Height 5'7" Weight 180.2 lbs

I would just like to take this opportunity to say some encouraging words to my opponent: "Separate my whites from colors. Cold wash for colors, warm wash for whites. 2 sheets of fabric softener with every load."

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Update 3/22: 192.3

"We are what we have been waiting for!"

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:04:50 GMT

Something is brewing in the hearts of Americans. As one CNN correspondent said last night during the Super Day analysis, it's hard to stop a movement. The movement of hope, compasion, and inspiration. It has caught the hearts and minds of millions of Americans across this nation. Obama has done something that I have never seen in politics during my short lifetime: give a sense of hope. "Yes we can!" screams the crowds. "WE are what we have been waiting for!"

I know that I'm not one to debate the issues at hand. I can't say I'm too knowledgable in the realm of healthcare, Iraq, social security, and everything else that is up for debate. My knowledge only extends to what I read online and what others have told me. But I will tell you what I know will separate these two candidates come the Democratic Convention: heart. Does the candidate have the heart to set aside personal agendas to direct their resources to those in need? Does the candidate have the heart to look past the selfish needs of the minority to provide for the majority? Is the candidate able to show that he or she has the heart to drive through the primaries, through the election, and through the presidency without wavering from his or her beliefs on which we the people based our choices? These are the questions that will be answered in due time.

As an individual that grew up in California, and a current New York resident, I can honestly say that I am slightly disappointed. But at the same time, I feel a sense of hope. Obama has shown that he can win the states that don't demographically show a particular opinion poll advantage over his rival. No longer will race be the sole factor in the upcoming primaries. Obama has shown that he can transcend this division that grips so tightly to our history and present. Only a man with a true vision of a united America could change this paradigm.

"There is work to be done!" There's no doubt about that. I don't think he was just referring to his campaign. I believe he was referring to the American system. There is no doubt that we are in troubled times. Even an individual as dense as me could figure that out. An unknown source of fear and doubt is constanlty filling the air with thick smoke to cover our eyes, making it harder to see what god-awful monstrocity is coming next. But a new revolution is underway, and its happening from the city streets of New York City to the freeways of Los Angeles. The air is clearing and suddenly we are able to see a brighter future for us, and the generations to follow. Together, we can make this possible. Together, we can undo the wrong. Together, we can realize the dream. Together, we can.

Lupe Fiasco - Hip Hop Saved My Life

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 12:14:36 GMT

He said, I write what I see
Write to make it right, don't like where I be
I'd like to make a life to sights on TV
Quite the great life, so nice and easy
See, now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps
Agree, a Mead Notebook and a Bic
That clip when it's pushed in a whack ass beat
That's a track that's weak that he got last week
Cause everybody in the stu is like "That's that heat"
A bass heavy melody with a sample from the seventies
With a screwed up hook that went

Stack that cheese
Something, Something, Something...
Stack that cheese
Mother, Sister, Cousin...
Stack that cheese
He couldn't think of nothing...
Stack that cheese
He turns down the beat, Writer's block impeads

Crying from the next room a baby in need
Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep
That plus a black Cadillac on D's
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC

One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me

One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life

Raps north side so he rocks them braids
Eleven hundred friends on his myspace page
'Stack that cheese' got seven hundred plays
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay
Open Mic champ two weeks in a row
XD boy with a B-boy flow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go
Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the road
Best homie in a grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute maid got his momma working like a slave
Down baby momma who he really had to honor
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas with a open up for amatuers
Let him keep her debit cards so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get home he gon' take her to the galleria
Buy her everything but the mannequins, ya dig

One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me

One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life

His man called, said "Ya time might be now.
They played ya freestyle over Wipe Me Down.
They played it two times, said it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-Town in a while."
He picked up his son with a great, big smile
Rapped every single word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the mission, to
Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she should
Show us homie this'a way, other than that flipping yay
Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool
Throw some candy on the caddy, chucked a duece, and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir

One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me

One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life