Work

Yesterday, I broke my phone handset in a fit of rage at work. It was once concave- now it is convex. It does not work, so I have to use the headset. I hope no one notices.

Today I was called out on the carpet, twice by the head of West Coast private equity, once by the group head and MD in New York. Changes they made to the book somehow didn't get into the final version for today's meeting even though I was *certain* that I had correctly transcribed them and transmitted them to the associate who was aggregating it. My boss told me that it is "highly embarassing" for the MD to be pointing out changes that didn't get into the final book.

It's goddamn deflating to spend your entire saturday busting your ass at work and then be told that you produced inferior work. It makes me want to put my fucking fist through a window.