(5/16) Non-fungible by Nature
(5/) The following post is part 5 of a super long story about how I came around to crypto. Part 4 can be found here. Part 6 can be found here.
The ONLY time I noticed ANYONE making money was when they knew someone who knew someone who worked at the company they were making money off of. And NOBODY was getting in trouble for insider trading, NOBODY was getting in trouble for their hand in destroying the economy and NOBODY was left to answer for any of the ridiculous stories I was hearing.
I was proud that I made it to Wall Street, but I began looking at Wall Street in a new light: 'this thing is *completely* rigged against regular people and the government is 110% in on it.’ I thought it was all a load of shit. I had no interest in pursuing anything in the traditional finance markets any longer. This shit was cooked. And to cap it off - I was taxed something like 40% on my final bonus. I was becoming VERY jaded.
I toiled through another year or so…the street was so fucked (due to the collapse), that nobody wanted to rock the boat. I would often go to to my new new boss and say ‘Hey, do you have *anything* for me to do today? I haven’t done anything in weeks’ and he’d respond with ‘I don’t have anything to do, either.’ There wasn’t much work, so my days were basically some form of me arriving, checking my emails, then spending the next 7.5 hours surfing the internet. I’d clock out at 5pm on the dot every fucking day. I HATED it. A project I put my heart and soul into for the better part of a year was scrapped without even a discussion. Nothing made any sense. And it wasn’t just me - it was everyone who wasn’t trading.
(what they don’t tell you is that your boss has a boss too and he’s also outsmarting his boss by doing less work and his boss is outsmarting his boss by doing less work and…)
I used to get off at the Cortlandt Street station in the mornings and in order to get to the office, I would have to cross Broadway. And I don’t know if you’ve ever seen Broadway from the financial district but it just looks like it goes on forever.
I remember crossing that road every morning with the same thought in my head ‘why don’t I just start walking up Broadway instead of crossing it? Why don’t I just explore this great city? Why am I going to sit in an office doing nothing when I could be out here on an adventure?’
So that’s when I decided I had had enough. ALL of this stuff could burn in hell for all I cared. My Gorden Gekko dreams were done. I was done. Done. DONE.
Let’s go. Part 6.