Note to self:
a.) Next time when you attend birthday parties filled with bankers and stock-market veterans, plan beforehand a way to keep yourself entertained. Invent games you can play in your mind. No, 5 glasses of wine is not going to help. And neither would stupid comments (and the only peice of conversation you have to offer the entire evening)like " who needs money to invest when you can find happiness in 70 pairs of shoes. "
Bankers have no sense of humour. They are only going to look down on you and give sympathetic glances to P, for having to put up with a 'dumb, airy-fairy, shallow, hollow' wife.
Also, avoid mentioning you work in the media. Actually avoid mentioning you work at all. Who wants to answer silly questions like, "God, you guys always work late." & "So much of vouyerism and sleeping around and illicit favours going around out there, no?"
Just to answer them for you - we love working,late or otherwise. So go take a piss.
As for illicit favours, if you can manage to face the people you've slept with at some point at work and still manage to not fuck-up your head and keep it non-personal and professional, it only means you are grown-up. And that's always a good thing.
b.) Never again attend banker parties.
6 comments:
ROFL!!
Bankers bring up images of stiff upper lipped men who drink scotch.
True??
Hahaha... I guess you missed out on the icing- venture capitalists! :-P
And my mom is a banker. So no comments! hehe
chandni: they also drink wine and vodka:)
winds of time: oops. I'm sure there are exceptions
and I rest my case, for I have nothing to say.
Have you noticed, bankers have a way of making others feel all weird, like they are the only intelligent people breathing because they can talk about shares and equities and stuff like that when they really are the weird ones?
hehe.. I love you babe!
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