Don’t know what I’m talking about? Check here. Still don’t know what I’m talking about? Then I’d say it’s safe to assume that’s because I’m not making any sense.
I would like to use this forum to say a lot of bad words about the economy, but my mom reads this site, so I will try to edit a little. Also, I am possibly the teensiest bit drunk, which also indicates that prophylactic editing would not be out of order. (By which I mean, Mom, that I am basking in the glow of your grandchildren’s smiles, and it makes me feel drunk. Of course.)
OK, so. The economy. And the, um, some-time beach goers who got us here. You used to be my clients. I spent hours of my life making sure that your mortgage-backed security and credit-default swap trades got posted just so. I never did understand, back then, exactly how it all worked. I always assumed I must be missing something. After all, I came into the world of finance without any background in the area. Surely, smarter people than I had figured out where all the money really was. It all made sense to somebody.
Yeah. Turns out that even though I didn’t understand it completely, and still don’t, I might not’ve been so dumb. There was no money to back it all up. You greedy, um, donkey butts were so enthralled with finding out how far the smoke-and-mirrors game would go, that you never considered the consequences.
It’s pointless for me to feel guilty now. It’s been over 2 years since I worked in that branch of the finance world. Even when I did, I worked for one of the most ethical companies in the game, and I had nowhere near the authority to change anything about the rules of that game.
My friend’s husband got laid off this week. She, a SAHM, is expecting baby #3. My sister-in-law, expecting baby #1, just had to take a pay-cut to try to stave off lay-offs. This (screw it — close your eyes, Mom) clusterfuck is hitting too close to home.
And I know just who to blame.