Where does it end?

I haven’t written in this post for some time.  Part of the reason is from my busy schedule; the other was from corporate bullying, which isn’t worth revisiting.  All I can say is that chavs, douchebags, and assholes exist in all walks of life whether they are idiots from “Jersey Shore” or work in suits somewhere in Midtown Manhattan.  The difference is that the clowns in “Jersey Shore” don’t realise they are aired to the world for their personal amusement while the corporate drones are babied by the United States government.

Was I really that bitter? After looking at the post I’ve made since 2006, I can say that I was.  I really was angry at how the cheaters in the Rutgers Business School undergraduate programme were able to secure lucrative jobs in the big 5 investment banks; only to play their part in engineering this Global Recession.  I was angry how I was lied to for almost 4 months by a friend (Sean Soh) I trusted so he can divert attention from his secret relationship with a girl who I had liked at that time at my expense.  I really was frustrated at being setup for failure and seeing how people can so easily game the system for their own benefit.  It really seemed at that time that society was giving obscene rewards for all sorts of bad behaviour.  I just wanted to take it out of someone who deserved it.  There was a time where I wished there was a God so he could destroy the world and start anew. I really wanted to see the world burn at that time.

It really seemed like these people can get away with it. Most of the kids of cheated went on to get a 6-figure salary, huge bonuses, and 5-week vacations around the world.  The kid who gave me a batch of undeserved problems got his girl, moved to the West Coast and then unfriended me when I started suspecting what he had done because he thought he got away with it.  One of the rules of blogging is to only name check if the post is presenting someone in a positive light or to slam them; some people deserved to be slammed.

Eventually I moved on from this and started setting into my job, where I used my free time to change and reinvent myself.  I really enjoyed working with the people in my office and the overall work environment.  It seems like ages ago when it was so simple to find meaningful work and have a sense of stability to pursue personal and professional growth.  It sounds nostalgic because some of these things no longer appear to exist in this day and age but I digress.

I am uncertain if there is anything that will keep me content or happy. It seems like God has a sick sense of humour in this life because He has a tendency to take away anything that made me happy or content at the most random moments.  This is one of the reason I chose not to believe or have any faith in a God because it is quite silly to think there is a sadistic higher being that is messing with our lives for His own personal amusement.  Then again, people chose to believe in a sadistic deity because it is a means for them to channel their hopes, dreams and frustrations into something.  In my case, I am channeling all of my past and present anger and frustration into it.

Seems like things are better than compared to the past.  I am still employed, I am with good company, and the people I knew who caused me problems have either slipped into obscurity or getting what they deserved.  Sometimes it just seems so hopeless, especially when the promises of hope and change that Obama oversold failed to materialise.  Yes, America has an African-American President but he is weak, indecisive, and easily influenced by his lesser bureaucrats.  I really wished he is actually did his job to end America’s War of Terror, go after bullshit behaviour in corporate America and most of all sort out this healthcare fiasco.  If he doesn’t, he’ll only prove that no one can deliver real change to the broken Federal government and he will become the next David Dinkins.

That’s enough for now. I’ll go back to the standard hipster and Wall St. bashing in the future.

The Rutgers Business School: Stay Away

The Rutgers Business School: Stay Away

By Pace Wong

Have you ever wanted to be a business major? Does being a finance, marketing, management, accounting or management and information systems major interest you? If you answered yes, you are making the biggest mistake of your life. The Rutgers Business School exists purely to screw over every one of us: it has shitty professors, and cutthroat students.

The Professors are Horrible

As you know, the Rutgers Business School is not yet on par with the rest of the business programs in other universities. Usually the professors we get are mostly research oriented or just academic hacks. From my own experience, the business professors are dishonest, arrogant, unprofessional, and even incompetent. Before the business school, we were extremely interested in stocks and personal finance; but now I don’t feel like we’re learning anything in the school.

First off, there is a professor who graded according his own principles regardless of how hard students worked in class. There were even instances where he gave underperforming students higher grades than those who actually deserved it. These underachievers did not get the grades because of their any extra credit assignments, they got their A’s and B-pluses they did not deserve because they sucked up to the professor and stole credit from others. We find it sad that professors reward bad behavior with good grades in a corporate culture that promotes “ethics” and “goodwill.”

Another instance would be in another class in the business school. In this class, there would get a shitload of homework, which consist of several pages of math problems, copying notes from old videos, and doing projects with little or no idea of the logic and purpose behind it. The sad thing is that this is actually one of the best business professors: he knows what he is talking about and you can actually understand him for the most part. What makes him suck is that the course load he gives you makes it feel like a 9-credit class and it sucks up time to focus on the other important courses in the school.

On top of that, there are also professors with serious emotional problems. One professor threw temper tantrums, left when no one answered his questions, and gave incomplete assignments. This guy does not follow the department curriculum, and teaches things his own way. He gives us a textbook that is just a piece of shit put together by him, even though several authors normally write textbooks. What was even worse was that his “textbook” was missing symbols needed for solving math problems and it had tons of mistakes. Also, this son of a bitch made my friends switch majors and even drop out of the business school altogether.

Your Classmates are Soulless Pricks

Before the business school, classmates can be trusted and befriended. In the B-school, however, you will meet many people who you wished were tagged, rounded up, placed on a train, and left for good. Students in the business school mostly think about making “big money”, live their lives in the classroom, and are willing to sell their souls for short-term success.

There was something I remembered the first day of business school when I was getting to know my classmates. It was before class and we introduced ourselves; but he stopped talking to me once he found out my GPA was a 3.47. This fucker even went the extra mile by telling some of my friends in the b-school behind my back that we was “mad stupid” and “not a good guy”. I mean, seriously, what the fuck is this shit? What is even worse is that this prick leeches off other people’s work and takes credit for it. I know that cutthroat punks exist in general, and I am under the impression that they all go to the business school.

Not only are there cutthroat leeches, there are also brown nosers. Some of these people may have been doing it all their lives and feel there is nothing wrong with it. They think that ass-kissing will payoff and bring them great things. In the business school, they might suck up to the professor to get exempt from an exam or a job recommendation, or they may suck-up to fellow students to get votes to become a club officer and use them. In short, in the business school, your peers will lie, cheat, and steal in the name of good grades and contacts while repeatedly fucking you over in the process. It will become extremely difficult to have friends you can actually trust if you choose to go to the business school.

Conclusion

If you value your life and actually want to grow as a person, stay the hell away from the business school. However, if you are someone who loves to “cheat to win”, lives his or her life in stocks, have parents who are used car salesmen, or love to lord over others; business school is the place to be. The Business school is great with their adjuncts, graduate students and professors who can’t teach. It is also a great place to meet many assholes, just like back in a private high school! Therefore, if you have no soul and enjoy being a prick, the Rutgers Business School is the place to be.

UPDATE: THIS ARTICLE IS ABOUT THE UNDERGRADUATE PROGRAMME.

A Craigslist rant against the Wall St. Banksters

You reap what you sow: the greed of an archetypal Lehman douche
Date: 2008-09-16, 5:57PM EDT

Most of you deserve this, you really, truly do. You chose this road because it was easy and because you’re stupid. This was and is the best you’ll ever do. You know who I’m talking about. I’m pointing the finger at you, you and you. And especially you. To all the overtanned Jersey douchebags with steroid addictions, to the smug Ivy League grads with dads in high places, to the good looking brain dead women that eschew Anne Taylor Loft for sales rack Brooks Brothers, and to the upwardly mobile black girls with fake hair and inappropriate-for-work Joyce Leslie outfits. Actually, scratch that. The black girls can stay.

Fuck all of you. You brought this upon yourselves. Your Alpha male bullshit begat this greed, your vile existence is truly at the core of this collapse. For all the times you and your drunk cronies threw up on the street outside Pacha, for all the times you made a scene on the 3:51 LIRR train to Babylon, for all the times you stood on the Path train, or the 6, iPod in hand, desperately trying not to touch anyone. You had it coming.

Is there some kind of code that says you MUST wear a blue shirt? Or is that some kind of unspoken bro ethos? Like, if you’re the dude in the white button down in Bryant Park, is no one gonna blow you? Or is conforming just that much easier, is conformity just a part of your DNA? Is that really the true reason why you’re so universally loathsome to anyone that’s not a part of that vile world?

Before the Bubble O’ Bullshit burst, you would laugh at me. You were the douche bags that felt superior, the ones who turned up their nose at their working-class roots, the ones who scoffed at their peers who worked at the Local Union. You were the ones who laughed at those that worked at non-profits and LIKED IT. “Art History? What are you going to do with a major in Art History?” Yeah, your finance major got you real fucking far. Maybe after this ship sails you’ll realize that aside from your rape trial, college didn’t teach you much of anything. Sorry bro, but in the real world, you can’t walk down the street, lacrosse stick in hand, and just get respect.

I hope that with this smashup comes your own social foreclosure. I hope all those dudes from my high school — you know who I’m talking about — the ones that never got good grades, the ones that never knew how to act like decent human beings, the date rapists, the juicers, the guidos, the Quinnipiac or Iona grads that never should have graduated yet somehow landed cushy Wall Street jobs — receive the guerdon from the gods . I hope you’re evicted from your Upper East Side apartment, I hope your Denali gets repoed, I hope you can’t afford your bullshit Murray Hill lifestyle. I hope you truly get your comeuppance. Because it’s well fucking deserved and the Universe knows it. And what about me, you ask?

I’m laughing all the way to the nonexistent bank.

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The word bankster was once a depression-era term referring to a predatory element within the financial services industry, such as those offering “too good to be true” adjustable mortgage rates for home buyers, getting undeserved bonuses, creating complex financial instruments that hold no real value or commit large-scale fraud.

I post that craigslist entry because it’s just too funny and almost reminds me of my days at the Rutgers Business School undergraduate programme. Unlike other undergrad business programmes, the Rutgers Business School crams about 4 years worth of business schooling into 2 years to mirror the MBA programme.

The thing about the business school was that a good number of our finance majors were in fact cheaters. Some of them would store finance equations on their graphing calculators, some would find the means to purchase a teacher’s edition of their textbooks along with the exam guides, while a few would try to set their classmates up for for failure to weed out the competition.  Those who tried to speak out were silenced and professors who tried to investigate allegations of cheating go nowhere because these kids destroyed the evidence.

It’s funny that many of these finance majors would eventually land cushy jobs as investment bankers, analysts, managers or financial advisers simply by lying, charming and cheating their way to success.

Here’s something a former Rutgers Business School student wrote about his classmates:

There was something I remembered the first day of business school when I was getting to know my classmates. It was before class and we introduced ourselves; but he stopped talking to me once he found out my GPA was a 3.47. This fucker even went the extra mile by telling some of my friends in the b-school behind my back that we was “mad stupid” and “not a good guy”. I mean, seriously, what the fuck is this shit? What is even worse is that this prick leeches off other people’s work and takes credit for it. I know that cutthroat punks exist in general, and I am under the impression that they all go to the business school.

Not only are there cutthroat leeches, there are also ass-kissers. Some of these people may have been doing it all their lives and feel there is nothing wrong with it. They think that ass-kissing will payoff and bring them great things. In the business school, they might suck up to the professor to get exempt from an exam or a job recommendation, or they may suck-up to fellow students to get votes to become a club officer or to use them. In short, in the business school, your peers will lie, cheat, and steal in the name of good grades and contacts while repeatedly fucking you over in the process. It will become extremely difficult to have friends you can actually trust if you choose to go to the business school.

In some way I can relate to what the guy on craigslist was talking about.  Many of these RBS alumni did not really deserve the high-flying jobs they secured and many of them had bad habits that would naturally cause massive damage in Wall St. and the rest of the global economy.  What these banksters did was scam the vast majority of the population to overconsume and avoid saving while depending on low interest rates to fuel their debt-based spending.  In the end, these clowns were not only able to convince businesses to start giving out huge loans to dangerously unqualified individuals and then spread all the risk out to others so they would never suffer the consequences, they also managed to dupe everyone into believing the hype that all these “good times last forever”.

So kudos to some of my RBS alums for cheating and charming their way to the top with almost no substance or moral fiber.  Kudos to those whose undeserved success is crumbling around them as the world responds to their excesses.  And most of all, kudos for being brought down to reality, where people actually go about their lives producing something of value and save to create wealth with dignity and through their own merits.  All you business school cheats turned banksters have earned the right to be ruined by the financial crisis.