holy mother bitch! i havent wrote in this shit for a long ass time! the month of december has been nice to me (as i hoped). when shit stops happening at work, you appreciate your position more and feel accomplished when the day is over. i finally realized how important my job is and how many brokers count on me to get their big paychecks, all im asking in return is a compliment from time to time or since its christmas, something "liquid". not liquid perishable, but a business term if you know what i mean. so lets see what i got: $50 shell gas card, $25 gap gift card, $25 borders gift card, free pizza, sees candies, more sees candies, and what i asked $XXXX bonus. im happy. just in time for my japan trip.

the christmas party landed on a crummy day. it was pouring like a mother by the time i had to pick up letty. she was beautiful, wearing purple and she pulled it off nicely. it reminded me so much of prom. oh how i miss the good old high school dances. the beverly hills hotel was flawless. talk about high class perfection, everything was full service. your car pulled up to an immaculate red carpet which led up to the lobby. inside, frosted xmas trees decorated the same room marilyn monroe used to grace, and the fireplaces were lit contrasting the bittercoldness outside. hues of pink, red and gold gave a nostalgic feeling of the 1950's entertainment heyday. in the waiting room, we were served cocktails and hor d'ouvres. it was weird meeting the spouses of my co-workers because i would have never thought how fat jewish men can end up with young hot women. again, money talks. when the music came on, our crew (employees under 30) tore up the dance floor and we formed a circle taking turns in the center. i cant believe i participated. but it was fun. i didnt want the night to end but it did. so off to the next stop: standard downtown for randy's party.