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Thursday, October 18, 2007
Random things
I feel pretty bad for the poor guy who married this crazy chick. She says Posy Floral Design in Manhattan substituted pastel pink and green hydrangeas for the dark rust and green ones she had specified for 22 centerpieces.
Not only that, she alleges that the hydrangeas were wilted and brown, and arranged in dusty vases without enough water.
"The use of predominantly pastel centerpieces had a significant impact on the look of the room and was entirely inconsistent with the vision the plaintiffs had bargained for," Glatt, a lawyer, said in the lawsuit, filed on behalf of herself, her husband, David, and her mother-in-law, Tobi Glatt, who paid for the flowers.
The flowers cost $27,435.14. The lawsuit asks for more than $400,000 in restitution and damages.
Yeesh. Talk about focusing on the wrong thing here, lady. Did you get married? Does it significantly alter the course of your life? I mean, seriously?
Anyone surprised she's a lawyer?
Since I work at a trading desk for an investment bank there are not a lot of other females around. In fact, there's one saleswoman, our admin and yours truly. So I work with a bunch of guys who all happen to be happily married, engaged or moving in with their gf's. This works out well for me since I too am married, and it probably gives us all more in common since no one's really out and about partying all the time. Not like we could with our hours though. Anyway...
Today was better than yesterday. Thank God. I wanted to post this yesterday but I just couldn't even bring myself to talk about work at all yesterday. Not even a little bit. It was that bad. I kind of just left. I still had a few things I could have done but my friend who gives me a ride home was leaving and for a brief moment I thought about staying and waiting for my trade to match (good thing I didn't since it didn't match until this morning) and walking or taking the bus home. And I thought about the last time I waited and stayed until like 4:30 for the TA's to just book the damn trade already...and I couldn't do it.
And then of course I felt bad about leaving. And worried something horrific would happen because of the unmatched trade. Which was really, really unlikely. But this did not prevent the worrying.
Everything was fine and no one else even really seemed to notice it until I called this morning wondering what was going on there. And it matched and settled and the world was in balance once again. There were no fire drills today, no staring intently back and forth between the clock and your email/bloomberg waiting for a response because the deadline is approaching and it's a REAL deadline not one of those "eh" deadlines, but like a serious deadline where you WILL BE CUT OFF at this time. Period. End of statement. Absolutely no exceptions. And there are exactly six minutes left and OH MY GOD. I can't talk about that anymore.
Let's just leave it at, today was better than yesterday. Labels: Life, Make Joyce go something something, Random, the grind
wingless was still breathing at 3:50 PM
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