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Name: Rob
Gender: Male
Interests: Hiking, Working out, Hanging out with friends, Traveling, Biking, anything outdoors.
Occupation: Financial Analyst and Sales
Industry: Finance and Investments
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Member Since:
6/3/2007
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| After about 8 months of slacking off, I've gotten back to working out
in a serious manner. This means that I'm following the same strict
diet as before (gah, cottage cheese) and a real dedication towards
hitting the weights. After glancing at the mirror when I stepped out of
the shower, I've noticed that one tricep is slightly larger than the
other. Also, my abs are on par with my chest; almost protruding beyond
it.
This makes sense because I love doing exercises that I'm good at and slack off on others.
I wonder if protein powder has an expiration date... | | |
| With all the turmoil in the markets these days, followed with the
enormous amount of foreclosures in the housing sector, I do feel for
many of
those out there that have either lost their jobs or their homes.
However, there are situations that make me feel otherwise and I'm sad
to say, it happens more and more often.
Just today, I was invited to watch the New York Knicks play the Boston
Celtics in Madison Square Garden. These tickets are great seats and I
was cordially invited, along with a team member, to go with a client
and his wife. As soon as we got in, there was a huge food buffet.
All you can eat.
With free beer.
That's just an invitation for trouble because you know that it's going
to attract the lowest dregs of society and give them every excuse to
abuse a goodwill gesture.
And abuse it, they did.
As expected, the usual group of misfits consisted of a bunch of moronic
frat boys who decided to make a total mess of the area in mere
seconds. As if that wasn't enough, in a shocking display of idiocy,
privilege, and entitlement, decided that it would be awesome to take 10
hot dogs, take a single bite out of each one and then throw them on the
floor.
What I find ironic is that this is going to be the same douchebag
that's going to complain that some dirty Mexican "stole" his job.
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| I have viewed this new job as a rebirth; a new beginning, if you will. As such, I'm going to start myself on projects that I've been meaning to finish but never had the patience to do so.
With this new job, I'm responsible for so much more and it makes sense for me to take on more personsal projects outside of the office. One of them is getting back in shape. Mind you, I was never out of shape but I want to be able to look in the mirror and think "damn, I'd do me." Another is to start mastering languages, specifically Chinese and Spanish because it would be great value added to my job.
Getting into tip top shape is easy and should take about 3-4 months at the most. Exercising isn't the problem, the appeal of no-so-healthy-thus-good-food is.
Mastering another language? Eh, that's going to take more work since reading and writing calligraphy is much more complex.
It's like a late New Year's resolution and in my 20-something years on Earth, I've also kept my word on all the resolutions I've made.
BTW: If you haven't had a chance to catch "There will be Blood," please do. It's a great movie.
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| I was recently enticed away from my firm by another large financial
firm, Morgan Stanley. It's one thing for to apply for a job but it
feels different when others try to lure you away. It gives you a sense
of accomplishment in that others have actually recognized your talent
and skill.
At my old firm, the department that concentrated on Latin and South
America wealth management involved 147 different groups. Even with
this type of heavy competition, we were still the top group.
With Morgan, it seems that they only have about 40 groups. I'm not
sure about the exact numbers but it's almost 1/4th the size since
Morgan spends most of their time concentrating on other sectors. This
is a strong market that they haven't tapped into with force yet.
The deal was enough to pull me away from the firm I was with for almost
8 years if you include my internship. While I'm excited about the new
perks as well as new challenges and opportunity, I do have a sudden
pang of guilt for leaving the firm that took care of me for so long.
One of my downsides (or upside, depending on how you look at it) is
that I'm loyal...almost fanatically at times. I've given the firm an
almost human soul. What makes matters worse is that I had to burn some
bridges in order to make this move. Long story short, I didn't quit
because, in the financial industry, quitting and giving you a two weeks
notice would give the firm time to move your clients to other
advisers. I had to completely catch them by surprise in order to give
them little to no time to react. Once I was at my new firm, I was able
to call the most important clients and "steal" them.
However, the package offered was just that much better. 22% more
money. Higher title. More upward movement. Less competition which
translates into more profit and credit coming due to my group. Not to
mention better technology and back office support.
I look forward to my new position and all it's challenges and perks equally. Time to move to Park Avenue.
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| Americans and their horrible sense of direction and geography was always something of a myth for me. That is, until today. While I was waiting to pick up my baked ziti at an Italian restaurant, I overheard two nutsacks gabbing about a picture of Italy on the wall.
Nutsack #1: "What's that island next to Italy?"
Nutsack #2: "Sicily, it says."
Nutsack #1: "What's to the left of Italy?"
Nutsack #2: "Cooooooooooor-sika."
Nutsack #1: "No, not the island. To the left. What country is to the left of Italy?"
Nutsack #2: *ponders for a minute* "Russia, I think. Yea, it's Russia."
Nutsack #1: "Oh, cool. Didn't know that."
I always thought these stories were an urban legend. Now I know better. It's not that every other country is smarter than us but rather we're so goddamn stupid.
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