Boo hoo

Mortgages stifle my creativity. I know I am not in the right job; so why don't I look for something that suits me? In the midst of a merger, my coworker Scott and I were both faced with a decision: do we stay in the newborn New Hire Concierge department or return to Mergers and Acquisitions? Ruling in favor of self-preservation is difficult. Which group will weather Bank of America's storm? But, as Scott pointed out, we should instead be looking for jobs elsewhere or within Bank of America, since as of July 1 any job open to BOA employees is available to Countrywide employees wanting to transfer. But I don't think any job at Countrywide or Bank of America will fulfill my dreams. Fulfilling my dreams is up to me.

My Hell

OK, so my blog has come to this: a rant about the toxic work environment I endure. At the very least this will get me writing something in it every day. For a split second, I thought about changing the names to protect the innocent. Then I asked myself, "What innocent?", and since my intent is not to libel or slander anyone, I will report only the facts and how people feel about those facts.

Some background:
Scott and I love my (now former) boss, Karen, and we were ripped away from her a few weeks ago against my, his, and her wishes to help with a pilot program. The pilot entails Scott and I calling and fielding calls to and from new sales employees (mortgage brokers or Home Loan Consultants or HLCs, as I will refer to them from now on in my post) to guide these folks through the first month of employment. Some people use the cutesy phrase "hand holding", but I'd say "ass wiping" is the more appropriate tag. We're basically the HLC's bitches. Yeah, I just called myself a bitch, bitch. The worst part? This is human relations. And I, like everyone else in my department, am a walking HR violation. The only human relations I enjoy are on a bed.

People for a better Super Bowl

As you all know by now, my New York Giants, the little team with big D made it all the way, baby. So the Bowl is much more appetizing to me already and to top it off we got Tom Petty this year. With Prince in '07 and Petty in '08 half time has never sounded better; if only the presidential candidates were so appealing. Because despite your political leaning, if you can't get behind Tommy P and the Heartbreakers, you don't deserve ears. So I'll make this easy on your eyes, I'm going to list things I don't wanna see and things I do when it comes to commercials this year. And if all else fails I suppose I'll have to make my own commercials in '09.

The Infinite Internet

The Infinite Internet
What is this place
where I waste all my time?
Myspace is the decline
of western civilization...
...Amazing and graceless.
Why are 17 year olds so hot?
Maybe because they're halfway to 34, while I'm halfway to 50.
The internet overflows with useless information,
news of dead celebrities and
naked nobodies.
we're so in touch, we're out of touch
with reality.
It's easier to email than to call.
From America Online to wi-fi,
say goodbye to books, handwritten letters, yellowed newspapers and even TV.
So add the video to my digital diary, so I don't even have to type my thoughts up,
and I'll talk in codes, slang and short hand so you'll understand and see everything clearly,
under the influence of the internet; a LCD on LSD.

It's that time of year again; January spells self doubt

So another year closer to middle age and still no mate. Sure, there's a girl who gave my heart a fluttering and my heart is hers, but she doesn't want it. I search the strange pages of phrases and flesh, knowing I'll never find another you. I think I want to get away again. I think I want to be on wanted posters, at least then there'd be a reward. Perhaps I'll drift endlessly and die alone.