Wednesday, February 15, 2006

foot soldier

I realised today that I'm being trained for the frontline. The volume of work that I'm getting now has more than doubled and I find myself sanctioned to hard labour. I can't complain. Figuring out insurance codes and interpreting strict California laws only adds to my pleasure. Where else would I be getting such stellar treatment?

I am a foot soldier being trained for battle. For reasons unknown to me, there's widespread belief in the confines of my work place that I am capable of closing anything - I just have to open my mouth and stay smooth. Oooh Boy! I really wasn't expecting to be thrown into the deep end. I now have to put my powers of persuasion to good use. I have been fore-warned and my armour has been ordered from the NASD so that I am regulated by the SEC. I am being transitioned into a life of acronyms and legal jargon. I have bit the bullet and I am training hard. I will fight for God and country - and maybe a fat wallet for me too. The chopper hovering above whispers dealer of securities. I hope they cover me, for this battle is going to be a hard fought one. And I shall prevail. Just wait and see.

[you know the funny part. four weeks ago i was broke, jobless and clueless]