First day as a trainee stock broker


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DATE: March 6, 2013, 9:50 p.m.

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  1. So.... I recently sold my ideals and sense of justice and fairness for a job. I had to cut my hair(which i had been growing for six years) i had to shave off my beard(which everyone was really happy about) and I had to look at a portrait of Karl Marx painted by a recently dead friend of mine and ignore it. It's killing me. I don't want to do this job. Any job other than this I would be more than happy to do. Street cleaning, garbage collection..... anything but a stock broker. Now i know most people would say a job is a job but how many of them had to stamp on their ideals, their dreams.... I wanted to be a musician. I have a decent voice for it(everyone keeps telling me my voice is amazing, including a couple of professional opera singers but i tend to lack self esteem and cockiness so i don't believe them) and have sung quite a lot in my life in front of crowds but that wasn't bringing money to the table. Unfortunately neither will this job. Not for at least six months. Six months of which I will have to slave away while i watch other people get richer and richer and everyone else getting poorer, and the worst part is that i will be working with Greek traders to buy Greece's debt which, being from Cyprus, i know how much the people in Greece are suffering. And by buying the debt the Greeks are loosing even more money while the people i work for are drowning in it.
  2. I have consigned myself to a job that is completely thankless and everything i have fought against all my life....
  3. I don't know what to do...
  4. I hate myself.
  5. If you have read this then all i can say is don't give up, follow your dreams. Or if you can't do that follow what you think is right. The world is a horrible place. Try and put an end to all this.

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