First, in summer 2007 I had my heart broken... when my dreams of being a "leader" were dashed upon the lies of a [censored] [censored] [you better believe this is censored] bitch. But I stayed at work in spite of the two-faced, soulless she-devil (sorry, this isn't bitterjt.blogspot.com, let me take a deep breath & get back to the story... Okay). Then, this morning, my dream of a Summer of George (or Steve) were crushed today by the fucking French. I swear to fucking Christ, since the Sun King these goddamn Frogs have done nothing but fuck up. Forget Waterloo, forget Dien Bien Phu, forget Paris in pretty much every goddamn decade from 1787 to 1945, today was their biggest disappointment. All they had to do was (and this was completely in their wheelhouse) lose to the Germans -- the fucking Germans.
If you are French, you remember them from such ass kickings as: WWI, WWII, every Olympics before doping, every Tour de France before doping but after 1987, Wimbledon, etc. If there's one thing the French know, it's getting beaten like a rented mule by the Germans. Buuuuttttt NOOOOOOOO, Credit goddamn Mutuel had to drive a dumptruck full of money up to the front door of Citi's New York offices while Deutsche Bank could only be troubled to offer some cash, some stock, and a two-for-one coupon to CEOs-R-Us. Jesus, Deutsche Bank, why not just try to buy it on fucking layaway?
So, as of December 1 I work for Credit Mutuel and have a "promise" of 18 months with no reductions in force -- and a resurrection of The Conversion Project That Wouldn't Quite Die. No Summer of JT, a return to the nightmare project, Christ almighty, it's a goddamn rerun of 2007 minus the personal bullshit. Ugh. Reply, comment, who fucking cares? I have to work Monday.
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To quote Drew Carey... "Oh, so you hate your job. There's a support group for that, it's called EVERYONE. It meets at the bar."
Sweet! I'll be there tonight! And tomorrow and...
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