You slight me, I smite thee...

I think a certain situation that concluded itself this weekend could best be summed up by my peeps The Decemberists:

The film was a bust, but we stayed to the ending
Hair all a mussed but your clothes didn't look so bad
And back on the street, the rain was descending
In cold dirty sheets, so under the awning we sat
And then you hailed yourself a yellow cab

And I sat for a time by the valets in line
And I read what you wrote on the card
Above a cowboy you drew a big dark balloon
saying "try not to take it so hard"
but there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight
its just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right

We laid on our backs and stared at the ceiling
Messed with your slacks, but ended up just holding your hand
The rain will remain, the tv was telling
a drip of the drain as your legs lifted brilliantly bent
and fall to resting on the ottoman

So we turned off the tube and we crawled to your room
leaving discarded clothes in our way
and we both had some fun, though I twice bit my tongue
and it lasted too long for my taste
and there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight
its just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right

and there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight
its just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right

A wink and a wave and you're off to your family's
I sit and watch as the taxis lights distantly fade
I guess I always thought it'd end this way

And then it's done. There was a straw, it broke the camel's back, and there is only so much I can forgive. This was not one of them.

That's all I can really say for now. This is my first "official" day at the Exchange and I spent half the morning at orientation and so I have a lot to catch up on here at work, so I'll talk about the show and whatnot tomorrow. I will say, though, I got to go on the trading floor of the NYSE and watch the opening bell which was cool. That place is insane and you can see dollar signs in everyone's eyes. And they gave me a welcome bag that is kick-ass and says NYSE on it, which looks soooooooooo official.

I have officially become a useful member of society. Weird. I feel like I should burn a flag or something just to keep in touch with my more rebellious side.