After a rough day at work, and a 17-0 run by the Magic over the Bucks (to end the game, guess the result of that), somebody decided to take his frustrations out on his financal advisor about some rather confusing tax statements that came in the mail. Thankfully, very aware of my situation (some would say I drink enough for three people), the FA gently put me back in my place and wished me a good night.
Words of wisdom: don't text your financial advisor with complaints (more like concerns in my case) after you've consumed X amount of beers. I'm very fortunate that the man who handles $X,XXX,XXX amount of money for me is also a very good friend of mine.
(There might have been an extra X or two in there.)
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