Since my last post, you may remember a somber unemployed fellow desperate to re-enter the glam world of finance. Well, shit is much, much, worse now.
And I didn't realize this until a girl I had smuggled back to my crib (which I now share with some psycho 'raver' from craigslist) asked me what a "cut-up Beater" was doing in my bathroom garbage. The sobering notion of admitting to a potential F that I hadn't purchased toilet paper in months and thus was forced to wipe my ass with tattered undershirts made me realize it was time to get my life in order. Needless to say, things didn't quite work out.
But here I sit, in my new job as a 'Financial Advisor', codename for 'asshole with no shame in calling strangers for money', back to blogging on my friends miserable website earning 1 quarter of what I use to.
In other words, its good to be back.
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