scattered thoughts
The bargaining friend got in touch with me again, after we stopped being in touch over a month ago.
Now he offers me 16k dollars, partly his money and partly an investment fund's.
I would make no profit, but I'd get a chance to show how good i am, and I'd impress his friend at the investment fund.
I am not very interested, because I have a capital and i want to trade it with my systems, so I'd have to get those extra funds wired to me and trade them along with my funds, and then I'd risk getting reported to Italian financial authorities for illegal management of funds - they'd report me when they see the wire transfer, as I'd have no reasonable explanation for it, other than the fact i'm investing someone else's money, which is illegal. It would be different if I got my systems to trade someone's money on their own account. Still not perfect, but much better, because it would be almost like software consulting. I did this with the previous investors.
I also talked to my dad about it, and he suggested that I don't do it. I risk being reported to the police, and I make no money, plus I lose my independence and once again I risk people getting ahold of my systems.
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight... I got the feeling that something ain't right. I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, and I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs. Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right. Here I am, stuck in the middle with you...
Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel - YouTube
Those american pastries totally sucked and i ended up throwing them out, largely.
I went to the living room and talked to my dad a little bit, and he didn't mumble much as usual. It's like talking to the wall more or less. Unless you ask him about his politics, you can't really get him to talk much - not fair. Everyone has to listen to him, but he doesn't give a **** what you have to say. It's always been mostly about him. He created a family so he could have some people admire him.
I remember i asked him once about death, as a child, and he told him that it will happen slowly, very slowly. Jesus christ. You create a son, and you tell him, to reassure him, that death will happen very slowly. Then, when I was six years old, he told me: "when i was your age, my father died". Since that instance, every once in a while he's been reminding me that he could have died at any time, because his dad had died at a much younger age.
What the **** do you create a family for? When you think they're not entitled to being happy, when you constantly remind them of death, and when you don't give a **** what they think, and only want them to admire you?
I am the product of a sick man and the retarded woman who married him. No wonder i have troubles sleeping, relaxing and being serene - let alone "happy". And I'm wondering what it is I should do... it's so hard to keep this smile from my face. Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place - clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right... here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel - YouTube
I like the guy with the beard playing the drums. He reminds me of my cousin. Quiet shy smiling guy.
Also the guy in the blue suit, with sunglasses and the afro. He's so ugly that he looks nice. Or maybe he reminds me of some guy from a movie I've seen.
I've got to minimize contact with people at work. I will go at 9, so I have one hour off from my roommate. I will not talk to anyone, as I've been doing. I don't want to jeopardize my relationship with people there, and I'll do so by not having no relationship with them.
Now is the time when I should go to sleep, but I can't fall asleep. Anyway, tomorrow my roommate won't be there, so it'll be like being on vacation. I work twice as much when he's not there. Then no one else bothers me either. It's like being alone for six hours, and then I go home. It's going to be nice. Besides, it's friday.
But I am still quite restless and too unhappy to fall asleep right away so i am typing away like crazy.
I don't want to be where I am. It's not a question of growing old.
It's that for the past few years, regardless of my age, regardless of who was my roommate or my boss, I've been asking myself, each morning, at my desk, or in the shower sometimes: "how long more? How much more time at the office? How long more of this **** do i have to take?".
And when I look at my relatives, at everyone around me, the answer is clear: you're not leaving your job. And when i look at my balance, the answer is once again: you're not leaving your job. And yet I had 30k in 2008, and if I had kept making money at that rate, now I'd have quit my job. By all means. So what kept me?
I didn't realize that time was going by. I didn't have the knowledge of trading systems that I have now, but I also did not realize how stingy I should have been, to make it all work. Being a spendthrift and all that. It's not by treating people to the restaurant when you made money with trading that you make it happen.
So, all the while I was wondering "how long more?" I was also keeping myself in the office, by being a spendthrift.
I didn't realize it wasn't going to happen overnight. I felt it was easy and that money was coming my way. I didn't realize i was challenging probability. I didn't know my odds. Now i have a much better idea.
I feel like eating out of frustration. Some coffee milk.
I'll try not to do it. I am tired, and yet I don't want to fall asleep. Something... some anger in me is keeping me awake, some frustration.
But the whole suspense is not about the coffee milk, nor if I'll fall asleep on time tonight. The suspense for me and maybe for the few readers i have is from this: will tomorrow be profitable? Will my statistics and probability estimates turn out to be correct? Will my dream of quitting my job become a reality?
Or will I be stuck in what those around me have envisioned for me?
This reminds me of the ending of the godfather part 2:
THE GODFATHER PART 2 ENDING - YouTube
After much thinking, the fatigue and drowsiness is so overwhelming that I will not go and eat break or drink coffee milk. Which is good because I am a bit overweight. Sometimes laziness keeps you from doing things that aren't good for you, such as smoking, drinking and in this case overeating. By being lazy, I don't go and buy cigarettes, beers and food. And this way I preserve some health. Unfortunately I am not lazy enough to fall asleep normally, like most other people do. Their advantage is stupidity. They don't have a brain that keeps them awake, as their brain is constantly sleeping.
I guess this sort of... "95% of people are idiots" thinking will get me in some sort of trouble, and it did before. But somehow at work I still have managed to keep some friends, and a general acceptance, despite the fact that I think and often express my disgust for those around me.
But I guess this can't last forever, and I prepare for the storm by keeping in touch as little as possible with everyone around me. I sort of pretend I am an antisocial geek, which I am not at all, but with such idiots around me I'd rather be perceived as a mad scientist than to interact and be continuously disappointed.
With my relative and some intelligent friends it's a whole different story and I turn my personality and brain on again.
I can't believe i made peace with my boss today, and even told him I appreciated his "live and let live" peaceful approach. I've always seen him as someone not very precise and reliable, and he might still be, but lately i couldn't help realizing that i've had a much better year (except for the ACE period, when those two idiots were helping us become "efficient") with him than with any of the previous bosses I've had. He leaves me alone and lets me do my work. I only get called to his room about once every two weeks. It's
so good. I practically feel like I do not have a boss.
After six months of arguments with him (from February till June, in conjunction with the ACE project), I have to remember to show some gratitude for how peaceful a time he's allowed me to have in the past 8 months. I didn't get any promotions from anyone anyway, so what's the point of having super-efficient bosses who bond perfectly with me, and squeeze me like an orange, if they never reward me for my work? I might as well have a peaceful year with a "live and let live" boss, who doesn't squeeze me like an orange and lets me do my own thing without pressuring me.
He hasn't even reprimanded me for being late several times per month. I owe him a lot.
And I still can't go to sleep.
What is it? Maybe it's my worry of being ostracized at work.
But the truth is that I am not concerned enough to want to be accepted. I'd rather be a little ostracized and not have to put up with being their friend than being their friend and having all the negative consequences of it:
1) wasting money
2) wasting time
3) losing dignity: smiling at stupid jokes, talking about nonsense all day long
The situation is closer to this: I despise them, I show it, I won't change my opinion, and they resent me. But they don't resent me too much because I am always willing to help them, and because I work hard. If I weren't as helpful as I am, I'd have been fired a long time ago.
Instead I simply get away with being myself and with generally despising them. But I am surprised myself by this and I constantly wonder how long this will last.
I keep on ignoring everyone, and not even saying "hi" if I meet them in the hallway unless they say hi first. I skip meetings, conventions, birthdays, office lunches... it's crazy, man. I just choose a fully antisocial attitude and yet so far I did not get in trouble at all because of it. I mean - i remember in school there were a lot of disadvantages in not being friends with everyone. You had your school ranking, and, depending on your ranking, you got treated one way or another.
Here at work it seems like I can get away with anything.
Maybe they feel sorry for me - which would not be bad at all, if I get such preferential treatment. Or maybe it's because I work so hard, or maybe a mix of the two, or maybe something else.
Whatever it is, I am not sure that it will last so I better make some money with trading, to be ready to withstand a potential social storm coming my way. Nothing really physical nor related to mobbing, but maybe something like a blow to my self-esteem. Maybe some talking behind my back... or some mockery.
All right. Last few lines before turning the computer off and trying to go to sleep. This life routine is boring, my days are boring, I can't take it anymore. I am unsatisfied, dissatisfied, unhappy, frustrated, I can't take it for much longer. Maybe I should accept my friend's money, even at the risk of getting reported to the police... that is the only way out. After all they're not asking me for my code. No, I am not going to take it. Too many worries. I am tired, unhappy... ok, going to sleep.