Enter, the "Specialist"

"Man, it's only been a week?!"

As I made my back home from work on Friday afternoon, I could hardly believe that I had just started working in the "Boiler Room" only four days earlier. I felt (both mentally and physically) so tired, that as soon as I got home, I just collapsed onto my bed and knocked out for a little bit. (Never mind I was supposed to go back out to meet up with friends,,,) Overall, I learned a lot during my first week working on Wall Street, and I got a brief glimpse of what life is like when you work for a firm filled with hotshots dying to make money. Basically, it's a cut-throat business, amd one has to be completely aggressive and incredibly persistent in order to be able to succeed. Thankfully, my bosses have been taking the time to walk me through the entire process, trying to get me from "point A to point X" as quickly as possible. I realized that I learned more in one week than most brokers learn in their first six months. And trust me when I say that after this one week, I certainly felt like I had been doing this job for months instead of days.

I finally nailed down what my official job title is... I'm now a "marketing specialist." How oh so wonderful. I wonder just how many conversations my job title alone is going to be responsible for at family get-togethers...

So, with a full week down, I can see myself doing this for a little while. I've gotten used to the whole phone aspect of this job, and with the kind of encouragement and positive reinforcement that I'm getting from my fellow co-workers and my bosses, I really feel like I can be pretty successful doing this. Now, I don't know about the whole, "pick out your luxury car" business that was mentioned last week, but at the very least, I know I can make a major dent in the college loans would've been otherwise hovering over my head for the next decade or so. If I can make the kind of money that my bosses say I can, I can be completely debt-free in a year. A year. I don't know anyone who went to college under the same circumstances that I did and could even dream of saying that fresh out of graduation. I really hope this pans out, man. I really, really do.

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So... this past Saturday, not only did I have the wonderful pleasure of being able to see my dear Zulay for her birthday (she came down from Syracuse for a little while, along with my partner-in-crime, Nelson), but I also had the rather horrible experience of seeing my Yankees lose yet another playoff series in the first round of the playoffs. And I officially blame Zulay for the loss. (Damn you!!!) But seriously, though... we got our asses handed to us on a silver platter. And then, on top of that, we've got these damn Mets fans running around NY acting like shit is sweet. But, whatever, I'm not going to hate on 'em. Let 'em have their day in the sun. Let's just see if the runts from Queens have the will to make it into the World Series and actually win the whole thing. But I swear, bandwagon Met fans beware; you try and rub it in my face, and you're going to get my "marketing specialist" foot up your ass, and trust me, I won't need to make a phone call to do it...