I've spent the last two days at a planning retreat for my group. I also got a bonus for being awesome. But everybody else got one. I'm not sure how mine compared. I hope this doesn't bode ill for our annual performance bonuses coming up.
I think I'll get a pocket watch, a three-piece suit, all my Christmas shopping, and 20 billion shares of Citigroup with it.
Women: can't live with 'em, pass the beer nuts.
My plan: take some exams in May, get the hell out of Dodge when the results come in. I swear I can hold out until then. I swear. A fixed exit date, even if it's six months away, is enough to motivate me.
Today's Krugman quote: "So here’s what I’m wondering: will it, in fact, even be possible to pull the economy out of its nosedive before unemployment goes into double digits?" My guess: no. I should probably lay up more money in rather liquid savings just in case. And make myself inextricable from our processes. Too bad I have doubts about whether anything we do adds any real value...
Ah, risk management...
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