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April 01, 2005
In personal connexions
The BFI is coming into town tomorrow. I got stuck entertaining him. I fucking loathe this fat reptillian moron, now my weekend is shot entertaining this loathesome fuck.
Ah well, for the good of our team here..... Solidarity, Reg.
Meanwhile have learned the management bid for the NA Fund went down in flames; still a ME option open, but since fuck head went and got himself thrown out of his house just in time for the final push on the bid, I don't see this as a real option. Well, it is a real option (technically speaking) but far out of the money. Another exit angle appears to be going down in flames (what am I, cursed?). Had some talks with a certain big financial entity, operational director. They're in the news, and not in a good way. So, I guess that expansion push and "my role in that" are fucked.
There we are my dear readers. Through no actions of my own, but I appear to carry doom with me. Want a firm to go down in flames? Have me start talking to them. I'm vaguely amused by this, even as a tear my hair out over exit options.
Posted by The Lounsbury at April 1, 2005 03:27 PM
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