Third Quarter Report

Well, it's not an analysis of the NYSE movements, that's for sure. In fact my knowledge of financial affairs in global trading extends to:

S&P 500= Standard and Poor's 500= a particular "group" of stocks, or a market

AAPL= Apple Stock (buy some?)

DOW = a market

Aaand, that's it. Really. My mother works with brokers who carefully place monies for some of my state's more elite clientele, but for all the years that I've been in or out of that office, I still don't understand the notion of equity, or Roth IRA Withdrawls.

I mean, what?



So, if nothing else, I could devote portions of this blog to my research in the world of finances, because ultimately, I'm going to own some stock. Apple's got $23 billion monies, and I want a piece o'dat apple.

This third quarter repor(t) is instead an update. That horrid job that I mentioned briefly in my last blog... I quit it.
No two weeks notice, just a double fingered salute on the way out, muthafuckahs!

Ha. Nah, but really. I was absolutely cordial when I left, though I'm certain I felt my "boss" mouth a "fuck you" behind me. I don't feel bad about not giving notice; I was there for only two weeks and my boss, who is this little, old, attention seeking, black-sheep-of-her-family southern woman with most likely loose morals, was incredibly rude from day one after she found out that the owners of this business had taking a liking to me. And she was the one who had hired me!

Two alpha females in the place just rankled her, but she the only one willing to lay on her back like an obedient puppy. So, she can have her place back.

The owners themselves were pretty awful in their own right. Southern, old, traditional, jump-when-I-say-jump-girl, it drove me up a wall and a half to say "yes ma'am" CONSTANTLY, instead of yes, or right away! or I can do that. Especially to these people. It was so hard to respect them.
I understand southern tradition and all that, I know its a cultural expectation to give that slave girl twang to your "yessuh" but 1) I'm a northerner, and I may live here (unwillingly cos I'm a poor college kid) but ma'am is reserved for the sweetest and eldest of little old ladies and 2) in this case, it is not used to denote respect, but instead a acknowledgment of power in the worst sense.

Don't get me wrong, I know to show respect for my bosses and to people higher up despite having a fair amount of pride, but this was a straight up 1886-esque situation.

While receiving orders (orders!) for the front desk via phone which, the owner's wife would call every 5 minutes or so because she's a neurotic mess, I would be berated for not answering every inquiry with 'yes ma'am' after my initial, standardized greeting. If I failed to respond favorably within a 2 second pause, she would proceed to lecture me about how the hotel needs to protect and uphold a certain tradition of "southern hospitality", when she really means indulge me a power trip.

Gimme a fucking break.

The only thing I was upholding for her was a sense of power that she could not achieve in her marriage, "southern tradition" and all that ensuring that her place is beneath her husband, while he makes all of the important decisions. She merely takes care of the nitty gritty details. I almost felt bad for her, when I heard him verbally lashing her in front of a guest they were evicting ("Is it possible for you to exist without talking?!") but she turned it right back around onto the employees of this place and reduced us to "the help".

Needless to say, my pity gland dried right up and I don't think I'll be putting this experience on my resume.

I've started a job painting houses for my friend which is considerably harder work, but much more pleasant, since. If anything, my time at The Bates Motel, as my mom calls it taught me how to smile when saying fuck you. I know that I can play that game very well.