cunts everywhere

still no word from the hedge fund i interviewed at over a month ago. they clearly dont want me, but you would think that if you went to the effort of calling someone in and interviewing them face to face, you would have the manners to tell them if you did not want them, as opposed to just forgetting about them and not even bothering to inform them they have not got the job. its just professional manners. fuck 'em!. 

anyways, had a few more calls this week about other jobs, but fuck me!, its tiring having to speak to recruitment agents. without wanting to make a sweeping broad generalisations about them, i would say that 99% of them are thick as pig shit, bullshitting cunts. 

one guy said he had a role at an asset management firm and told me it was paying £400/day. i said that was fine. about 2 hours later another agent called me about the same role and said it was paying £480/day. the first agent called me again this morning and i mentioned that another agent told me they were paying 480/day. he agreed they were but said that he did not want to go in at the top rate because he always tried to do the best for his client (the asset mgmt firm). the relationship was important to him and if he took care of them it could mean lots more business for him in the future. he told me that. you do your best for the client, but not me!!???. who the fuck am i?. oh yes, thats right, i am the fuckwit that actually does the work and has the skills and who earns the money for you. 

anyways, i told him that was interesting justification and left it at that. i could have told him that i did not give a fuck about his client, and this is my job and how i earn my money and this is not a fucking hobby for me and that without contractors he would earn nothing, but i did not. its not necessary to say what you are actually thinking all the time. actually, most of the time when you are dealing with idiots. its something i have gotten a lot of practice at whilst working in some of the brain vacuum organisations full of people who cant/wont/refuse to think.  

speaking of walking away from a confrontation, i had some cock sucker in a post office van tail gate me into the supermarket this afternoon as i was driving there to do some shopping. he then made a gesture (wanker) as he drove past me. i then noticed he parked his van and i got out my car and started running towards where he had pulled in. i was about to words to the effect of "who are you calling a wanker you fat bald cunt!" but i supposed the 15 seconds it took me to get to his van made me think about what i was doing. what was really going to happen?.

a: we swear and curse at each other in the middle of a sainsbury's car park at 5pm in the afternoon. 

b: we start swinging at each other, though seeing as he was an old fat cunt who drove a van for a living, there was no fucking way i would lose.

c: he apologises profusely - very unlikely. 

anyways, as i got to his van, by which time he was walking into the store, with me walking fast behind him and with mouth full of expletives, i let it go. if i am going to have a fight its not going to be in a supermarket down the road from where i live, against a fat bald cunt who drives a post office van, all because he called me a wanker. 

one of my favourite films is 25th hour which stars ed norton as someone about to go to jail and its his final day of freedom. in one scene a guy gives him some advice about going to prison and tells him "dont lose your temper till its time to lose your temper". wise words indeed. 

i am off to the gym now. have been doing double sessions the last few weeks and am as strong as i have ever been. that dickhead in the post office van does not know how lucky he was.....oh, and as i was walking out the store i noticed that he had parked his van in a disabled bay. dickhead!. 

innapproriate

the guy that got his buddy to try and torpedo me for a job at the hedge fund we used to work at texted me today. he knew i had gone in there for an interview and asked me if i had any tips of what my come up in the technical test and interview. dude, we are both going for the same job and you already have a contract elsewhere. dont take the piss and dont ask me shit like that. why would i give you the answers to the technical test and give you an advantage over me?. 

i dont want a reference and i dont want to be torpedoed. lets just both go to the interview and get judged on what we know. if i give you the answers and information about the tricky questions then you will look good and i will look shit. i thought it was an inappropriate question to ask me. i know you keep going on about your money troubles but you have been making 8 grand a month for about a year and if you choose to piss it up against the wall, that aint nothing to do with me. dont live like a 'baller. you are not. 

if there are any jobs i hear about that i am not going for i always pass them on to him. thats how he got his current contract. i had interviewed at a bank but they took 4 weeks to make me an offer and in the meantime i had accepted another contract and so i suggested they call this guy as i knew he could do the job and he ended up starting there a week later. i am not shitting on anyone and will always pass on good leads about roles going anywhere. i am happy to go up against all the competition and if i am good enough, thats fine and if i am not, then thats fine too. i do wonder what might have happened if he had gone for the interview first at the hedge fund and then i asked him for 'some tips'. 

in other news i made another 4 grand today, on top of the 12 grand i made on friday, on some shares that i thought were undervalued, and it turns out they were. at this rate i might start my own hedge fund. :-)

have been listening to the editors single a bit more and it is growing on me. its sounding a little less like u2 than it initially did, which is a good thing because i fucking hate u2. i have their albums upto achtung baby and then everything after that is horseshit. 

here is some more good pop music. ian carey & rosette feat timbaland. they played this at the gym this evening. lingerie model was leaving just as i was going in. bad timing. i do like the view when training. 

a ton of love

first time this year that i was able to wear a t-shirt to cycle to the gym. actually its only the 3rd time i have not worn a jacket whilst cycling this year. its been shit weather so far and today was an exception. i was definitely faster as well as its easier to get heat into your legs and get your muscles up to operating temperature when its warm. 

the new editors single got released today. am not too sure if i like it. it seems ok but not weird or particularly special. i hope they dont start moving into coldplay/u2 territory just knocking out generic tunes. maybe it will grow on me. 

make your own minds up. 

and here they are from their last album when they were a bit weird, interesting and dark. 

lingerie model was also training at the gym this afternoon. life was good to me today. :-)

soothe my soul

no word on a contract anywhere yet and its a long weekend so i doubt anything will happen next week. also, i emailed the lawyer who is supposed to be dealing with my dads estate and will and he is not getting back to me. this has been going on now for 11 months!!!.  fuck me, i hate lawyers almost as much as i hate recruitment agents. below is a list of things to look out for and if they cover one or more of them, then chances are high they could be a cunt. 

- are they a lawyer/solicitor
- are they a recruitment agent
- do they drive a 2 door convertible bmw
- do they drive an audi

thats about it for the list. if anyone fulfills one of the categories above, then chances are high they could be a complete cunt and is nothing more than an oxygen thief. if anyone fulfills 2 of the categories above then they definitely are a cunt. 

its supposed to be the hottest day of the year tomorrow. its a bank holiday and i am going to cycle to the gym and soak up the sun on the way. have given up on trying to set record times on the way to the gym on my bike. it was all getting too risky and dangerous using central london as a time trial course and it was only going to end in tears, or blood and broken bones at some point. i go quite quick where i can but i no longer take as many risks. self preservation. 

today i have been listening to depeche mode - soothe my soul. new song and its wicked. it should be them that headline glastonbury festival not those old codgers the rolling stones. christ, they are all pushing 70. they are probably quite close to death but they still feel the need to humiliate themselves by playing rock music and charging exhorbitant ticket prices. how much money does anyone need?. mick is worth over a hundred million. someone should tell him that he cant take all the money with him when he dies. its just bits of paper with pictures on it. it dont mean shit in the afterlife. 
had a good day trading on the markets on the friday just gone. i made 12 grand in a day. that made me feel better about not having a contract yet. could really do with a trip to california but i dont think it will happen this year. shit, do i miss LA.