"I will paraphrase the email with a Lil Wayne lyric which is 'throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower' but it also said some stuff about Credit Default Swaps"


This is a rambling, anonymous, first-person account of one guy talking his way out of a job at Morgan Stanley. It starts with him finding some MS chick's cell in a cab, reading the text messages between her and her married boss (with whom she was having an affair), returning the phone, asking to send a resume, interviewing, not being patient enough to wait and hear he got the job, cursing the adulteress out over email and being told to seek professional help. It's oddly hypnotic. If you've ever been in a similar situation, do share. [PRR]