Stipulation: I am fully aware that my life is good.
That being said:
It’s a beautiful Saturday in San Francisco. Blue Angels flying around. People out doing stuff, including my family. A good day in the City.
And here I am, at the computer, working on pointless docs for useless people who make me miserable and who I am quite certain will never be of any use to me or my company, as much as they are currently pretending otherwise. I may as well be back as an analyst at an investment bank.
And I can’t help but think that in my worst poker days, my worst runs, my worst bad beats, I never felt the kind of frustration and emptiness I feel now.
[insert photo of world's smallest violin right here]
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