Note to self:
Remove business card of Sophia's with telephone numbers from my wallet before handing it to Chrissy to look through.

Damn it.

Again.

DAMN, MY JOB IS SWEET.

REEEALLY SWEET. Thursday, the end of my second day of work. I arrived a little early because no one in the office actually knows what time I should start, and so someone thought they were funny and made up a time. Haha. Does not matter so much, though, because the pay is decent, and all I have done so far is observations. I work on the stock trading floor of a brokerage company, and yesterday I learned the difference between a listed exchange and a market, in which stocks are traded over the counter, as opposed to the auctionary exchange. Today, I learned where they keep the stocked refrigerator, and the vending machine that gives out free sodas. I decided that to I would drink back the money I lose on my paycheck for taxes, and was trying to calculate how many free sodas I would need to drink hourly, as well as the problem of how to get that many sodas back to my desk without arousing suspicion. I was disappointed, though, when I checked the payroll schedule and realized that I would be paid never.
Because I still have not received work, I sat myself in a fairly comfy rolly chair, and rolled wherever the geography of the floor felt like taking me. The chair and I eventually ended up with the two guys in the back row, who you can't really see, but know are working hard when the stock market gets busy, because you hear a constant stream of
"SHIT!"
"FUCK!"
"SHIT!"
"SHIT!"
all the way in the front row. I noticed one of the guys, Birchie, has the habit of chewing the hell out of a pen while he works, and has a pen cup loaded with half-devoured pens. So I say to him, "Christ, you ravage your pens." To which he repiles, "Yeah, well, better than dick." Makes sense. His logic was too strong to argue with, so I silently basked in his very loud, very obscene, yet efficient work methods. I was also invited to join the company soccer team.
I guess as soon as I learn the first thing about the stock market and their role, I will be getting work. My friend says it sounds like me doing nothing and getting paid for it, but I think it's more me looking incompetent, and getting paid for it. Sure, the internships are meant for NYU business grad school students, but what the hell. I guess they figure I am capable enough to get the job done. Or else someone lied to them. Either way I get paid, but I'm going to keep on studying everything very close, nonetheless. Two good days so far, I was given my Employee ID, my desk and workstation are still being decided and set up, and then I will behold the power of a complete and fully functional workstation.
At least untill Monday, work will be more observing the traders, getting familiar with people and programs, and learning about the market. Probably Monday I will be getting real projects and assignments to work on. A few good things so far, nothing really bad, a lot more to come.