Wednesday, February 15, 2006
How to Get Rich...
February 05, 2006
...being a secretary?
Yeah, it's about to happen at the Firm.
There's a secretary on my team who's probably set herself in better financial standing than most others. You see, I have learned, that this particular individual has taken full advantage of the UK version of the stock purchase plan. Apparently when she learned of this option 5 years ago, her father instructed her to put in as much as into this program as she could. So for the last 5 years, she has lived on rice and peanuts because she continually maxed out the amount she could contribute, leaving her with a minimal amount to live on. In the UK version, you have to put into the program for 5 years, and then your shares are purchased at the lowest price within the last 5 years. Well, she's stuck around, the stock is about to be 5 years old and well, let's just say that the $6 run-up that occurred last week didn't hurt her situation. $12 to $67 over 5 yrs. How do you like those apples? Bloody hell.
The best part is, it's totally open knowledge that she's got more cash than most the professionals she works for. That is how you do it in the pros. I've thanked her for the free lesson.
Weather Update.
It's my understanding we're actually experiencing a bit of a drought here. Ha. As my father would say, "still got it."
Bodily Function Update.
The house has old radiators which emit this incredibly dry heat, or at least dry out the air. When you awake the snot in your nose has hardened like petrified wood. Pulling these stalactites from your nostril is an awesome process. The nail like form of these mucus spikes could pick locks.
Who's up for a visit?
My lifestyle in London has become a complete contrast from the man who lived in DC. Things I do now that before I didn't do before because I didn't have to or thought I was too good to do:
*cooking*
*using public transportation*
*helping people*
That last one is a complete lie.
However the first two have dominated my way of life. I have had close friends laugh at the image of me, at a bus stop, waiting for the number 94 bus. But it's true, it happens daily.
Wed Morning I attended a broker breakfast for some marketed space in West Ken. Identical in every aspect to events in DC. You show up, you see some real estate you'll never take anyone to, grab whatever gift is coming your way (in this case £80 of vouchers to John Lewis...the Jewish fire burning inside me was roaring that morning), shake a few hands, down a crappy danish and roll back to the office.
Thursday I was the on the lucky end of taking a trip down to Staines to scope some redevelopment sites. If you think you'd be safe knowing that a place named Staines truly is shit-hole. You'd be right. Thus the redevelopment. I hope to throw up another Ford dealer and maybe 3 more mobile shops to spruce up the place. Like throwing a few more dirty diapers onto a compost heap. That's Staines. This is my profession.
Yeah so Friday evening I played a little poker. Well, 5 hours worth of losing. I'll tell you what, you can learn a lot from guy who pulls pocket aces at least 4 times. You learn to steal something from his house on the way out and never play him again. That's what this guy learned.
Sunday evening while walking back from a friend's apartment, well, actually a GW alum who ordered the game on-line (we layed some wood on Richmond), Ari and I had a true European Vacation moment. No we did not see Big Ben. Some elderly couple pulled their Benz over to the side of the road and asked us for directions to a place I actually knew how to get to, because it was close to my casa. Being instinctively lazy with no shame I say to the what appears to be the wife, "oh great, we're heading that way, want to give us a ride?"
Blank stare by husband and wife who are immediately regretting asking us for help.
The woman then proclaims: "we're Welsh."
Well la di freaken da. What the F does that mean or matter?
We walk off, they go on their way.
20 mins later (we had decided to walk all the way back) we literally run into them again in on another street in a completely different part of town. Again they ask directions to a place they have already at. I'm looking at their map and trying to explain, you're here. you are right here. park your car and get out. the questions continue. at that point I just said, "good night, and good luck."
they didn't get it. They're WELSH.
If you're going to work this week or if your name is Scatman please know that The George Washington University men's college basketball team is ranked 10th in the country despite playing shitty teams, beating only 1 ranked opponent and having some pretend NBA hopefuls. What does that mean? It means those who vote for rankings voted us up to 10th. I don't care what happens in the next week or two, but right now, we're number 10.
10.
Omar Williams.
GET SOME
KNOW THAT.
http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/photos?photoId=1030866&gameId=260360045
blogdate 2006 tip:
if you're short, fat and jewish, i know a lovely irish american girl from the tacoma washington area who may find you acceptable. don't fight your fat boy fetish miriam. embrace it.
...being a secretary?
Yeah, it's about to happen at the Firm.
There's a secretary on my team who's probably set herself in better financial standing than most others. You see, I have learned, that this particular individual has taken full advantage of the UK version of the stock purchase plan. Apparently when she learned of this option 5 years ago, her father instructed her to put in as much as into this program as she could. So for the last 5 years, she has lived on rice and peanuts because she continually maxed out the amount she could contribute, leaving her with a minimal amount to live on. In the UK version, you have to put into the program for 5 years, and then your shares are purchased at the lowest price within the last 5 years. Well, she's stuck around, the stock is about to be 5 years old and well, let's just say that the $6 run-up that occurred last week didn't hurt her situation. $12 to $67 over 5 yrs. How do you like those apples? Bloody hell.
The best part is, it's totally open knowledge that she's got more cash than most the professionals she works for. That is how you do it in the pros. I've thanked her for the free lesson.
Weather Update.
It's my understanding we're actually experiencing a bit of a drought here. Ha. As my father would say, "still got it."
Bodily Function Update.
The house has old radiators which emit this incredibly dry heat, or at least dry out the air. When you awake the snot in your nose has hardened like petrified wood. Pulling these stalactites from your nostril is an awesome process. The nail like form of these mucus spikes could pick locks.
Who's up for a visit?
My lifestyle in London has become a complete contrast from the man who lived in DC. Things I do now that before I didn't do before because I didn't have to or thought I was too good to do:
*cooking*
*using public transportation*
*helping people*
That last one is a complete lie.
However the first two have dominated my way of life. I have had close friends laugh at the image of me, at a bus stop, waiting for the number 94 bus. But it's true, it happens daily.
Wed Morning I attended a broker breakfast for some marketed space in West Ken. Identical in every aspect to events in DC. You show up, you see some real estate you'll never take anyone to, grab whatever gift is coming your way (in this case £80 of vouchers to John Lewis...the Jewish fire burning inside me was roaring that morning), shake a few hands, down a crappy danish and roll back to the office.
Thursday I was the on the lucky end of taking a trip down to Staines to scope some redevelopment sites. If you think you'd be safe knowing that a place named Staines truly is shit-hole. You'd be right. Thus the redevelopment. I hope to throw up another Ford dealer and maybe 3 more mobile shops to spruce up the place. Like throwing a few more dirty diapers onto a compost heap. That's Staines. This is my profession.
Yeah so Friday evening I played a little poker. Well, 5 hours worth of losing. I'll tell you what, you can learn a lot from guy who pulls pocket aces at least 4 times. You learn to steal something from his house on the way out and never play him again. That's what this guy learned.
Sunday evening while walking back from a friend's apartment, well, actually a GW alum who ordered the game on-line (we layed some wood on Richmond), Ari and I had a true European Vacation moment. No we did not see Big Ben. Some elderly couple pulled their Benz over to the side of the road and asked us for directions to a place I actually knew how to get to, because it was close to my casa. Being instinctively lazy with no shame I say to the what appears to be the wife, "oh great, we're heading that way, want to give us a ride?"
Blank stare by husband and wife who are immediately regretting asking us for help.
The woman then proclaims: "we're Welsh."
Well la di freaken da. What the F does that mean or matter?
We walk off, they go on their way.
20 mins later (we had decided to walk all the way back) we literally run into them again in on another street in a completely different part of town. Again they ask directions to a place they have already at. I'm looking at their map and trying to explain, you're here. you are right here. park your car and get out. the questions continue. at that point I just said, "good night, and good luck."
they didn't get it. They're WELSH.
If you're going to work this week or if your name is Scatman please know that The George Washington University men's college basketball team is ranked 10th in the country despite playing shitty teams, beating only 1 ranked opponent and having some pretend NBA hopefuls. What does that mean? It means those who vote for rankings voted us up to 10th. I don't care what happens in the next week or two, but right now, we're number 10.
10.
Omar Williams.
GET SOME
KNOW THAT.
http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/photos?photoId=1030866&gameId=260360045
blogdate 2006 tip:
if you're short, fat and jewish, i know a lovely irish american girl from the tacoma washington area who may find you acceptable. don't fight your fat boy fetish miriam. embrace it.
