And I quote....

"I came to this company a couple of years ago, all eager to be a part of the "team", got a nice lift up from my last job and a cool office with a view of the river. Yeah, that was a good day, came into work with my pictures and stuff, degrees, put them on the wall, called my secretary and....yup, she was hot. I was wired. Not yet forty, making money and real people asking me my opinion about professional stuff.

It's hard to mark the moment when this turned into a living hell. It was pretty gradual, though I would have to say last Easter was a turning point. I worked the whole weekend, putting stuff together on a deal that had gone south but was being hopelessly backrigged to pass for done in hopes of saving a massive account that some management arsehole had buggered beyond repair. I was on a conference call, with 1. A guy in the car park of a football stadium for a cup game, 2. a woman in Colorado in a chalet taking a break from the slopes, 3. a guy on a boat going under London Bridge. I was the only one at work. And, big point here, I was not the one who fucked up the deal. He was in Bermuda, and couldn't be on the call because he was probably being rubbed down by cabana boys on the fucking company expenses."