tomorrow waking up at 7.30 AM
No chance tomorrow of not going to work on time and actually early, because there's a meeting with the re-organizers, the scam artists, smoke vendors, bull**** talkers, who have the task of reorganizing our office and for two months will be busting our balls on a daily basis.
They call it the "kick off" meeting. A bull**** term for a bull**** meeting where bull**** talkers will talk about the bull**** they will do in the next two months to improve the work of our office.
Two retarded employees, stupid, lazy, bull**** talkers, who are supposed to give me tips, to me, who have been breaking my back for over 4 years at this office.
****ing ******* CEO bull**** artist himself who sent us these jerks, disrespecting my hard work with their presence and task. That is - I have been improving myself for years and do not need this bull**** idiots bothering me with their stupid intuitions.
I told them all what I am thinking about this bull**** task of theirs.
Go there, everywhere, but not here, with your stupidity. We are organized like a factory, we're the four hardest working people in the whole compliance department, where everyone else is permanently on coffee breaks and making phone calls, and laughing and joking, and we don't need you - go bust someone else's balls. You are wasting our time and as a consequence of your presence and questions, I haven't been able to come home at 3 PM in weeks. Thanks a lot. Morons, idiots, lazy *******s, bull**** sales people.
Our performance will go down thanks to you *******s sticking around for two months. ****ers. Die, get into a car crash. May you never reappear and show me your faces. Bull**** bank, wasting 80% of its income on worthless employees and worthless tasks.
Worthless world full of dishonest and stupid people. The mother of the idiots is always pregnant, as they say here in italy.
But tomorrow I will go to the damn meeting. Because my boss asked me to go, on time. He showed appreciation for my work, so I will be doing it just for him. I will even wear a tie if he wants me to. No, a tie is too much. I'll wear a jacket.
This team is made of two people. One of them is a retarded bitch who knows almost no French, she makes it up from Italian, inventing words as simple as "week". Now, on the other hand, I majored in French in college, spent 3 years in French speaking countries, worked at a bank in French for two years. I know french. But the bitch is so stupid and ignorant that she acts as the interpreter between me and the other retarded guy of the team, who's French. I let her be the interpreter - i don't want to shatter her illusion of speaking French.
Their work is like a surgeon doing surgery on the wrong leg. There's nothing wrong with our office, processing 1300 suspicious transaction reports in 2010, and we're four people. They send two idiots with the task of "curing" us and making us more efficient. There is a store selling guns nearby. They're lucky we're not buying guns and shooting them.
Now i'll go get drunk so I can sleep and go to this bull**** meeting tomorrow, at 9 am. I know I won't rest well. Among the other things, this bitch in charge of "curing" and "improving" us, is always late and, when she says "I'll be there in five minutes" or "it will take five minutes", it could be from an hour to two hours. I've got to remember she's stupid - this will help me not hating her. She's not evil. She's first of all very stupid, which excludes most of her evilness. Being evil is not compatible with being very stupid. Hating is too much work for stupid people.
...and feeling like this, I just can't go on anymore...
We'll see how it all will end. I won't rest. I'll be upset and wake up repeatedly but I have to be there tomorrow.
I took melatonin, xanax, drinking alcohol now... I hope i'll sleep at least six hours.
I am nervous.
But something must be added: I am addicted to fixing problems.
I am addicted to finding problems.
I found them to be the biggest problem to be fixed right now. These guys do not have a reason to be "curing" us, they have no reason to exist. I feel the urge to fix this problem, even though it is beyond my control and even beyond my interest.
Being workaholic, I had to find something to work on, like a mission. My mission is to fight and speak out against this bull**** team, who came to make sure we're efficient and help us become more efficient. Us, four people doing the work of 20 people. They came to the wrong place - no doubts about it.
They'd have to be extra intelligent to make their cost to benefit ratio worthwhile, but they are not even of average intelligence.
I've kept telling them and everyone this opinion I have and by now they've started resenting me as well. Fine. I am glad to have spoken about what I think. I can't let this go by without saying anything. This is the biggest waste of resources I've seen in years. Fine for the colleagues slacking off. But here we have two colleagues who are actually making me waste my time and say they're helping me - I can't be quiet and pretend everything is fine. This is the time to speak up - not after it has happened. Any speaking up allowed short of getting myself fired, which would not be too bad either.
I have nothing else to write about this "
optimizing team of two idiots", but I need to keep writing because otherwise I won't fall asleep. This is like talking out loud to someone for me. I am talking and complaining to my aunt, more or less.
I will post the present equity line:
It looks (this is the trade by trade chart, not the usual weekly one) almost as if you could draw a trend line, a dynamic diagonal line. And maybe stop trading if it gets broken to the downside, but hey I don't even know if that strategy is profitable in real trading with a stock, let alone doing it on a bunch of systems put together. But there might be some truth to it, but I will not investigate that any time soon, based on my cost/benefit ratio estimates.
Still need to write more. I am not dead tired yet. Yeah, cause today i went to work at 11.30 AM, so I did sleep well, and my shifted my whole schedule ahead by 2 or 3 hours. Hard to... follow the employee's schedule for me. Hard. I would need a lot of drugs to do so. You know what? Xanax has some side effects on my memory, very quickly. Even if I take just two pills, pretty soon I start forgetting words or characters here and there, in emails and posts. It's interesting, and I hope only temporary. But it definitely impairs my thinking. Even in small doses and at the beginning of using it. I guess it makes me a bad speller like everyone else. Still, it doesn't guarantee perfect sleep.
Need to write more.
But my eyes are getting heavier and heavier.
Now I can just quote lyrics.
And from the dark secluded valleys
I heard the ancient songs of sadness
But every step I thought of you
Every footstep only you
And every star a grain of sand
The leavings of a dried up ocean
Tell me, how much longer? How much longer?