Flip Out On Someone Today

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Yesterday it was suggested that one of the reasons John Paulson was able to make the leap from run of the mill rich guy/peasant by hedge fund manager standards to John motherfucking Paulson! was that he "became a grump." In earlier times, he was known for his loft parties in SoHo, and as he approached the trillion dollar pay-days, began to do things like ream employees out for overusing the printer, and reprimand people for eating junk food, according to Greg Zuckerman's new book, The Greatest Trade Ever.* A recently published study from the University of New South Wales says that "negative moods trigger more attentive, careful thinking paying greater attention to the external world" so, perhaps there's a connection between between JP making people pay to replace their own inkjet cartridges and figuring out that maybe subprime wasn't the can't lose asset class everyone thought it was cracked up to be.
Today, a Swedish study notes that "men who bottle up their anger at being unfairly treated at work are up to five times more likely to suffer a heart attack, or even die from one." And if you think being the just go with the flow guy who "lets thing pass without saying anything" would save you, think again. That tactic will get you killed to. So here's what I'm thinking.


It would be great for everyone's networth, whatever that may be, to increase exponentially (see Paulson example). If we can't get that, it would be nice if we could just save a few people from untimely deaths (see Swedish study). Science seems to be telling us that they only way for either of those things to happen is just to be a huge dick and flip the fuck out. Since later this week you're going to be expected to be a grateful and whatnot, why don't we take this morning to stop faking it and just let it all out. I would respect anyone who would actually walk into his/her boss's office and let the big guy know how you really feel, or send off an expletive-laced email to the entire company letting everyone know exactly what you think of them. But, since not everyone works in an environment where this sort of thing is encouraged, such as Bridgewater, let's lay whatever's bothering us on each other. You start. Who's worked your last nerve, and why.
*It should be noted that another thing happened in between the parties and the proselytizing about food, which is that JP got married and had two kids, which probably didn't leave much time for ragers. He also started leading a "healthier" lifestyle, probably in an attempt to extend his lifespan, hence the salads.

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