The end of suffering

The title may sound a little hyperbolic, but I certainly feel much better now that the nightmare deal that has been keeping me here into the wee hours has "closed." I got to put faces to the names of my "torturers" (except my own clients, who did not show up) and I, again, realized that one of my greatest prejudices is against rich people and people who deal in making money. The only two people that I managed to speak to with any kindness were the two Texan women who were here on the part of the organization that helps administer these deals - the only people who don't actually make any meaningful amount of money either for their organization or for themselves. I was polite to all the other bankers and deal managers, but I (unlike my colleague R, who was brought in on the deal to replace my semi-native American, Mormon colleague) I certainly did not go out of my way to let them know how happy I was that they managed to make all this money and close this deal.

These people are not people that I would choose to hang out with, but I am sure that they are perfectly nice to their friends and there is nothing inherently bad about them just because they are rich. I just can't help myself; I can't help feeling that that the culmination and high-point of all these long nights of work would be a disengaged voice on a phone line confirming that the half a billion dollar amount has been received is less than cathartic. In fact, it depresses me. So last night I chose to go to a kick-boxing class (no contact, but still) instead of yoga. That did the trick.