I was chatting with Chris, the new middle-aged trainee here at the Firm, about licensing and all that jazz. They’ve apparently ceased giving out study manuals for the Series 7, relying solely on guides posted on the Firm’s network, an act which Chris finds rather unfortunate. It’s difficult enough, and unhealthy enough for the eyes, to stare at a computer screen for an hour and a half while taking a practice exam, much less dedicating eight hours a day to reading small fonts. Anyway, I offered to bring in my five-inch binder of Series 7 wonderment tomorrow for him to use. I’m pretty much through with it, anyway.

Chris also pointed out the fact that I’ve now got a gold nameplate next to my little cubicle office thingy, advertising me as an official Financial Adviser. Sweet! Now I just need some business cards and I’ll be set. Oh, and some clients would do me well, too, but I can wait on that until I’ve gotten all of my necessary qualifications. And more power suits. The nameplate has definitely made my day, though. It’s hot.

On Monday I’m to start a ‘life, health, and variable’ insurance course over in Fairfield. It’s the only qualification I’m to get that is not proctored under the guise of the Firm, though of course they’re paying for it. So, from eight to four every day for the next week and a half, I’ll be learning about insurance stuff. One of the girls here says it’s extremely dry, but that’s to be expected. I think it’ll be good for me, though. And it’s a change of scene, which is oh-so-necessary once in awhile for a Gemini like me.

And in two weeks and one day, Meg and I will be going to London, baby! Actually, we’re going up to Scotland for the first weekend, definitely making a stop at my alma mater and maybe even some of the cheesy, local, but wonderful clubs of Dundee where I spent many a Boozeday Tuesday. It’ll be tight. Surreal, but a good time, I’m sure. And for the rest of the week, we’ll be hanging in London with some of my closest friends from university. Man. I am so excited for a vacation!