Sat at your desk, getting texts from off old friends, and girls you could've got on, who are out partying just a couple of blocks from you.
Sat at your desk, falling asleep, feeling the emotional, physical and mental pain of yet another all nighter.
Sat at your desk, hating yourself for being so driven by the artificialities of prestige and money, whilst everyone else is out there living their few precious years with a happiness you can't even understand enough to properly envy.
You're tired, you're sure you're knocking years of you're life expectancy, you're in agony, and can't stop focusing on that extra weight that's started to accumulate.
Then you start to dream...
I could've been an entrepeneur, I could've been a musician, I could've opened up that little salsa bar, I could've just travelled the world, using whatever job I find in one place to fund the move to the next. I could've applied to wealth management (they all go home at 7pm and have 0 stress). I wish I banged my best friend at university (who was a girl! and smoking hot). I miss the intimacy of a relationship. I miss getting regular sleep and being home in time to go grab a beer with my friends.
This is a post for those toughest moments in the life of an analyst. Keep going - you'll be ballin' soon, and this will all be a faded memory! The pain of this moment, will soon be outweighed by the joys of the next.