I’m proud to say that 99.9% of the material you’ll find here on DopeyCowboy.com is home grown but every once in a while I come across something that fits like a glove. The following list was originally posted on CNBC’s Net Net with Jim Carney and highlights some people you may want to avoid if you’re going to survive in this business.
Avoid the guy who calls you ‘Chief’. He doesn’t remember your name.
Avoid the guy who went to Hotchkiss and Yale and wears Nantucket reds during the summer. He doesn’t think you belong.
Avoid the dim-witted back-slapping managing director. He’s not as smart as you are—but he’s been throwing guys like you under the bus since you were in grade school.
Avoid the consultant hired by the dumb managing director to do his math for him. Not only will he throw you under the bus, he’s smarter than you are.
Avoid the guy who always wants you to be his alibi when he cheats on his wife. (“Hey man, is it cool if I tell Kathy that we’re going fly fishing in Canada this weekend?”). No, dude: It’s not cool.
Avoid the guy who keeps failing the CFA Level 1. He’s looking for someone to blame.
Avoid the girl who cries at her desk. (You can ignore my advice on this one—but either way, you won’t make that mistake twice.)
Avoid the guy who offers his clients ‘a very special opportunity’ to invest in anything. He has a problem with cocaine.
Avoid any man who has floppy hair after age 30—he’s a complete toolbox.
Avoid the guy who throws his phone across the trading floor whenever his positions go south. He’s an angry dude, and the more time you spend with him the more reasons he’ll find to dislike you.
Avoid anyone who tells you that you should relax and have a couple of drinks—at 9:15 on a Tuesday morning. You’re not cool enough to hang out with this guy.
Avoid anyone who won’t relax and have a couple of drinks—at 9:15 on a Thursday night. They’re not cool enough to hang out with you—and ultimately they’ll resent you for it.
Avoid any broker who tells you his client is going to DTC in 50MM in securities from Europe and he needs to borrow a C-Note. Just for the weekend. And this is the last time.
Avoid the banker who never seems to close a deal but still manages to remain employed. He’s got something ugly on somebody—and you don’t want to be involved.
Avoid anyone who tells you to ‘take one for the team’. He got where he is by convincing dopes like you to jump in front of an oncoming train.
Avoid the guy who tells you, “Seriously, all I do is work and then go home and lift.” He’s telling you the truth—and he’s as dumb as a stone.
Avoid anyone who sits within eye-line of your desk: They know what time you show up and what time you leave—and chances are they think you’re a lazy punk.
Avoid anyone who is ten years older than you are—and is still more junior in the reporting structure. He hates you more than you could ever imagine.
Avoid the guy who posts Facebook pictures of himself getting arrested at the Saint Patrick’s Day parade. The guy is fearless—and he thinks you’re a complete coward.
Avoid the guy who hangs his suit coat on the back of his chair to show off his suspenders. He either still thinks it’s 1985 or he’s trying to compensate for something.
Avoid the guy who can drink all night, take a shower, and come into the office as crisp as a $100 bill. He’s got an oxlike constitution—and it will be fatal to your career to try to emulate his example.
Avoid the guy who keeps telling you: “Without the back office, you overpaid clowns wouldn’t even have a job.” He’s right—but you don’t need to hear it.
Avoid the guy who won’t share his Adderall: It just speaks to his character.
Avoid anyone on Wall Street dumb enough to pick a fight with Bess Levin.
Avoid the guy who gets drunk and loves to brag about never losing in arbitration: He’s going to get indicted. (Trust me on this one.)
These are great for the fellas, but I worry that these describe nearly all of the douche-nozzles I work with. Who is left?
Anyway, here’s another good joke for the fellas (and the chicks) on the desk:
A secretary for a foreign embassy was entertaining a wealthy foreign ambassador during lunch at a very expensive restaurant in uptown New York. The ambassador was so enthralled by the beauty and presence of this secretary that he asked her to marry him. The secretary was startled, but remembered that her boss told her never to insult foreign dignitaries, so she decided to let him down easy. “I’ll only marry you under three conditions. ” she said. “Anything, anything,” said the ambassador. “First, you must buy me a 14-karat gold wedding band with a 72 carat diamond, along with a 28 inch studded matching necklace for our engagement. “Without hesitation, the ambassador picked up his cellular phone, called his personal accountant, told him the instructions, and said, “Yes, yes, I buy, I buy! ” The secretary thought that her first request was too easy, so she thought of a more difficult situation. “Second, I want you to build me a 58-acre mansion in the richest part of the Poconos along with a 40 acre summer home in the sweetest vineyards of France. ” The ambassador picked up his phone, called his personal broker in New York, then called another broker in France, and after his quick conversation, he said, “Yes, yes, I build, I build! ” The secretary was very startled, and knew she must think of a final request that would be impossible to live up to. “Finally,” she said. “I’ll only marry you, if you have a 10 inch tool. “A sad face befell the ambassador, and he cupped his face in his hands. After weeping in his native language for a few minutes, the ambassador slowly lifted his head and said, “Ok, ok, I cut, I cut! “
So im in the train stain bath room and this bigcpuerto rican guy comes to stand right next to my urinal to take a leak. Totally violates guy code as the whole 10 urinals were empty. So this guy, whips out bug juan ans dude, i glance at this large dong and cant help but notice the initials Av tatooed on it. I said, “senor, i coulndt help but notive the tattoo, are you in audio video business?”
No senor, he said, when i get a boner, it says, Al Veoli was here”
If Al was hammering that broad for 15 years, that is one pussy I am not interested in sniffing. I don’t know about the rest of you douche’s, but stinking pussy doesn’t get better over the years.
Yea, Al and I went to Rutgers. He got a business degree, and I got a sociology degree.
Al taught me a lot of jokes. This one reminds me of him.===================
A young man goes to a whorehouse to experience his first taste of sex. The madam suggests that he start with 69. He decides to give it a try. The prostitute leads him to a room, gets undressed, and instructs the young man on what to do. Unfortunately, just as he starts she farts. The man quietly says to himself, ‘phew’, but he goes down on her again. A moment later she farts again. He says ‘phew’, but continues. Once more she farts. This time he immediately gets up and starts walking out. She asks him what’s wrong, and he replies ‘I don’t think I can take another 66 of those!’