Money makes the world go 'round...

So yeah, I posted again on LiveJournal. But, to be fair, being offered whiskey by a street vendor is one of those things only the LiveJournalers could appreciate if they did.

And yeah, I'm working on Wall Street now for the New York Stock Exchange. You can't get any more of "The Man" than that. But I'm in the Enforcement Division where we bust all the bad traders. Bad trader, bad. No more prostitutes for you. Go to bed.

I have two badges. I get to pass all the Asian tourists posing in front of the building and say, "Excuse me, I work here. Out of my way, bitches." And then I have them deported by telling the security guard that they hate America.

I look awful in both pictures. I need to find a place to get my contacts refilled. Jesus. When am I going to do that? Where? Why? Wait, What?

This place is like a catacomb. Or a honeycomb. But less sticky. And it's a long-term gig so we'll see how it goes. Right now, everyone has left for a meeting so I'm like "yea! Now I can post on my REAL blog!" Or I guess, if I was feeling naughty, I could sneak out. But that's much more like Whiskey Carrie, and I told you, she died.

And I'm eating a chocolate donut. Life can't be all that bad, right?

Yea!

My boss looks like a school marm-y version of the hot chick (not Denise Richards) from Starship Troopers. I bet she has cats. And she sometimes does that funny walk where someone hunches over like a cartoon character and scurries with her elbows out and close to her chest. I'm pretty sure she wants to sleep with Steve, an analyst here. She playfully smacked him with her ID card and I saw the lust in her eyes.

That's what I enjoy about temping. I go around, and it's almost like going to see a play. Unless the play that you are seeing starts at the beginning of time, you're being introduced into a world already in progress. Office politics, flirtations, aggravations, and all the hoo-la in between. And I just sit back and watch it unfold and try to figure out where my part is in all this.

As David Jaffe used to say about when you highlight your lines in a script (he didn't allow us to do it):

"What it does is, you move through [the script] and go, 'bullshit bullshit bullshit--MY LINE--bullshit bullshit."

I actually don't know where that fits into my analogy, but it's one of my favorite David Jaffe quotes.

I schmoozed more with people here than at any other of my assignments. I don't know. Something about working on Wall Street makes me feel like I should be wheelin' and dealin'. Even though I'm just doing more data entry. Do they elevate temps to traders? Probably not. And I'm positive I would not only suck at it, but hate it as well. Money is the bane of my existence. For REAL.

Oooo, they're back from the meeting. Must look productive.