Last week was a little quieter than I expected. Or rather, my expectation did not normalise for the fact that last week was the annual Private Equity Schoolies Week, hence nothing gets done, unless you include golf and mistresses (phwoar indeed). It's like the grown-up version of all those school excursions to fun places... a site/activity is chosen, and it is somehow made to look weakly related to the curriculum to justify miles of beaches (Geography), Men's Gallery (Phys Ed), and rollercoasters (Maths, what else).
With the market being so hot right now (yawn), the office environment becomes a tinderbox, ready to explode at any moment. For example, on Friday night we nearly had to settle a heated argument about where we should go for Friday night drinks... with a coin toss. Luckily my leadership skills saved the day, and everyone managed to have an equally bad time all round.
Yesterday being a Labour Day holiday in this fair city, I decided to take advantage of the great weather and leave the office, Jimmy Cayne-style, for a game of golf. Unfortunately I had some trouble procuring my golf clubs (they are 'in transit', so to speak), and so I was reduced to borrowing the clubs for hire. Any hardcore belief that golf is a non-discriminatory sport was quickly assuaged by the fact that I, as a tall southpaw, was given the worst set of clubs I have seen in my life. I couldn't hold the clubs without nearly sitting down. The putter was short, skinny, crooked, and went both ways... who wants a stick like that? Needless to say, the craftsman was frustrated by his tools. I would have scored better kicking the ball along.
In general news unrelated to my golfing prowess:
UBS and Citi write off enough money for the past three months to give US $1 to every person alive (give or take a few dollars).
RAMS sells name to get cash to delay its death. I wish I could sell my name to pay off my debts too.
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