So when did I officially become a "good person to know"?
Yuck. That leaves a worse taste in my mouth than sex-and-chocolate-mousse ever could.
I went to a stockbroker's today. At HSBC - apparently I should be awed by the mahoganied splendour of their offices. All I wanted was to open RRSP's, but my dad was so keen on helping, I went with him.
We get to talkin' about what some of my friends have been up to. All these ex-totalnet and BCE flunkies out confusing the world, and one second I'm being ridiculed for being nice to da geeks, the next second some high-brow stockbroker is slipping me his austere business card and asking if I know anyone in the financial division who needs help going IPO...
Heh. I'm proud of my buddies, and hoping that I'll manage to hold on that one second longer that'll make me a hero too.
In the meantime, I haven't even applied for a graduate degree yet.
I dunno, but I still have that funny taste in my mouth, and I swear it's not what you're thinking...
What *are* you thinking?