The New York Mercantile Exchange. NYMEX. Or as I like to call it.... HELL.
I started working there when I was 17 and left when I turned 21.
It was a nightmare. I felt like I was selling my soul to the devil for money.
I'll talk more about my experiences later because unfortunately this place had more of an impact on my life than I would have liked.
But for now, I'm off to do some Hang Power Cleans!
1 comment:
OK, I realize we don't know each other but I can't picture lil you screaming and hollering like a madwoman on that floor.
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