MOLAB

Well, Mr. Zax glared at me for a while and then asked: Why do you want to join Syndicate Investment Partners?

Well, said I, I really got tired of working in consulting. The fees are not consummerate with the intellectual effort involved.

At that time, I felt that answer really connected with Mr. Zax. His upper lip twitched. His eyes grew wider and he slumped in his chair. He casually swept off a paperweight from his desk.

I thought that he's really settling in for a good juicy story of why my animalistic business instincts would be best suite for this firm.

Since I'm the smartest guy I know..(dramatic pause)...and the most driven, where else to go but The Syndicate? I don't want to work for fees. I want in! I want to MOLAB!

His head slumped. I knew he was deep in thought, wondering what MOLAB was? Hah!

MOLAB, I continued, I want to MOLAB - I want to Make Out Like A Bandit. Get it? Get a piece of the billion dollar deals that The Syndicate works on. You can see I'm creative AND analytical. A very rare breed.

He didn't say anything. I waited for five minutes. Time to show some initiative. I got up. "Well, "I said, "Think about it. I'm yours to lose." And walked out.

How the hell was I to know he was having a heart attack?

The Phone Call

The phone rang. He wanted to ignore it. But he just couldn't ignore the incessant vibrating and ringing. He muted the TV and answered it. It was her. And she was lost on her way back home. "Give me directions back home", she said.
"Why", he asked. "You don't live here."
"I don't?", she asked. She sounded very surprised.
"Of course, not," he said. "We still haven't decided to live in together and I feel like you are rushing things. "
She was now really furious. "What the hell is the matter with you? You dare tell me, your wife, that I can't come home?"
That gave him pause. Wife? "But we are not even married!"
Her retort was prompt, "You bastard!"
But a thought occured to him, "Are you Laura?" There was a pause. "No," she said. "I'm Victoria."
Pause again. He said, "I think you have the wrong number."
"You are right. Sorry, "she said. And hung up.
He sighed and unmuted the TV.

Did They Fold The Toilet Paper?

The last time I stayed at a hotel, it was a Marriott. And most of the time before that as well it was a Marriott. But not just for the Rewards program. It was also because Marriott staff do an excellent job of folding the end of the toilet paper ever so delicately. So when you check into a room at the Marriott, the ever so delicately folded end of the toilet paper is a subtle indicator of the love and care that has gone into making the room worthy of you. Initially I had a strong reluctance to make use of the toilet paper since it would then spoil the fold. So I hung out at the bar and the adjoining restroom for a couple of weeks, until I couldn't stand to drink anymore or hit my expense limit. But all that drinking also affected my work (in a bad way). So then I started to systematically analyze the way the fold was done so that I could replicate it after everytime I used the toilet paper. It was hard work but I perfected it only 3 weeks. And so I learnt a praiseworthy skill and now my home has a little bit of Marriott in it's bathrooms. If you also per chance come across a public toilet stall that has that trademark fold on it's single-ply toilet paper, I had probably used it recently. My apologies if I had forgotten to flush though. Getting caught up in the folding will make you do that.