And the price to pay for having the job I love is my sanity.
The amount of drunken stupor I've heard from the wankers at the party tonight is disgusting. day by day, they are slowly chipping away at my sanity... Slowly but surely....
Until one day I would just say "fuck you" to everyone who has the guts to talk to me again. Like the white chick did in the elevator!
This is such a male dominated industry - it's so hard to be taken seriously unless you completely lose your feminity. Judging from the reaction of the blonde chick I met in the elevator, I wasn't the only one who copped sexist remarks.
But then I guess being A young female stockbroker has its edge. In a world of boring Zegna suits and way too many wannabes, I stand out like a peacock. Everyone has a talent. Mine happens to be the ability to command the attention of the rich and famous.
It's always an intriguing scene when a group of men worth hundreds of millions in their own rights are gathering around a young lady dressed in pink.
Picked up a few important contacts last night. Who cares what your rivals think when I'm the one drinking the wine and they're the one munching on sour grapes?
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