Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Boys at Work

I don't really write about my work friends very much. I am not sure why, since I spend an inordinate amount of time with them, and they are generally very entertaining. For some reason, I just never seem to spend much time on them.

You know about Boss Foxy, and of course Big Sis. And you met Admin briefly a while back. And the one guy that hates me. But most of my interactions at work are usually with the VP's and Principals that I do the most work for.

First thing, they are all guys. Other than Big Sis, Boss Foxy and one associate, the other 20+ people on the Investment team are guys. Papa Bear has made it a key long-term objective to change that, but it is a really slow process, and it just isn't an industry that tends to encourage female leadership. We also haven't really added new people in a while, so it is hard to change the makeup with no turnover.

Second, they are kinda out of control:-). In a totally cute way...but they all have a little bit of the alpha-Investment Banker in them. That requires them to do everything at 200 miles an hour in the most competitive way possible. They can't just go out for dinner, it has to be 24 oz. steaks and endless glasses of scotch. They can't just play golf, it has to be for 10 different wagers on every hole.

Third, they love me:-). They get a little weirded out that I am sort of the boss' daughter (and they were always super intimidated of Smoking Hot Roommate, and were not always enthusiastic about her hanging out with us) but I think they always appreciated that I met lots of girls for them whenever we were One of them is married to a girl that he met because I made friends with her in The Place almost five years ago.

I used to go out with them much more often, and I sort of miss it. Before Munchkin showed up, we probably went out once a week...usually until some god-awful hour of the morning. There were a few occasions where we ended up at Foxwoods for no apparent reason and with little hope of getting any sleep before work the next day. I guess maybe I don't miss it that much;-)

I don't want to say that they are like big brothers, because that seems like kind of an overused phrase. Plus, I already lead the league in pretend siblings;-). But they did all feel the need to approve of The Boy before I was really "allowed" to date him... And they definitely look out for me. There was at least one fist fight on one of those casino trips because one of the randoms that we had accumulated over the course of the night made an inappropriate comment.

They also still buy me lunch almost every day (including miserable days like yesterday when they go out and bring it back for me:-D), and I never pay for anything when I go out with them. Which is only fair...they make way more money than me! In exchange, I help them with their girl troubles and meet girls for them (for the single ones), and pick out birthday and Christmas presents for their wives and girlfriends.

So, I am not real sure what to call them all...but I have loved working with them, and I am happy that I can call them all friends. Even if they are bad for my liver;-)


W T G said...

Intresting post I must say. Seems I come to know about your funny little world with each post-reading. Of course I don't mean this in a disparaging manner- not at all. Be well & good cheers ...

W T G said...

Ya know, big kudos to you ! I re-read this post and reminded me of the Motley Crew I toil with each day at the office. All is quiet now (heaven forbid anyone show-up before 7am PST) but soon enough the circus will begin. I work in a very large office better know as Cubicalville - Ya hear ALL the conversations (unfortunately)and know all of their secrets (some gross) and I have to say that I'm a believer that MEN too P M S !!
Thanks and look forward to your next ... Cheers

Windy City Kelley's said...

I’ve just started reading your blog and it’s fabulous, you’re such a great writer!

Sounds like you have a fun work environment. That’s awesome, especially in this economy when it’s hard to find that :)

SoMi's Nilsa said...

I think you should call the boys Your Pack. Because seriously, they are your pack of boys/friends/co-workers/big-brotherly figures/etc. And even though you might have more personal relationships with them on a one-on-one level, it sounds like you think of them as Your Pack of Boys (in a good way, of course).

Still just me said...

"The Boys"- that's what I called my bunch back in Texas. Now, even though we are all older, they still prefer the term.