Hell on Earth - EB

It was a sunny morning in the metropolitan area of New York City when I heard my cellphone ring. "Beep, beep". Shit I thought to myself, here we go again. If you couldn't tell by the title I'm an analyst at an EB and what I was about to experience in the next couple days was going to be beyond human torture. I pick up my cellphone and answered "uh hello". The associate on the line utters two words. "Fire Drill". I knew I was fucked. My team had been working on closing a multi-million dollar investment deal between two conglomerate players in the FaLS services space. I was finding myself on the front lines. I looked away from my phone to take in where I was. It was a Sunday morning, I was on my third mimosa on a rooftop bar in midtown and was talking to one of the most attractive girls I had ever seen. Fuck it. I drank the rest of my mimosa and hurried to the elevator so I could get back to my apartment where my work station was set up. "Cancel everything" I said to myself in my head. It was going to be a long night. When I got back to my apartment I opened multiple emails pertaining to the changes on the slide deck and the data. The changes that needed to be done were massive. I had over 100 comments on my slide decks. Apparently one of the companies wanted my team to make two other business models relating to their services. I already knew where this was going. I ordered Uber eats and got to work. It was 5am when I finished all the edits and models. I was exhausted. All jittery from the caffeine I quickly ordered an Uber to my building and sent the associate my final changes. I got the thumbs up from him and then proceed to kill the Amazon rainforest. At 11am it was time for the client meeting. My associate is looking over the data and presentation obsessively. The VP walks in and takes my associate to the side. He shakes his head and then sits down. We are now waiting for the MD to arrive. 30 min pass from 11am and the client and my MD are no where to be found. The VP and the associate are both on their phones frantically texting to see where he was. I sip on my water confidently, knowing this isn't my rodeo anymore and I can sit back and enjoy the show. 10 min pass, my MD and client both walk in together laughing and smiling. They sit down take a quick look at the reports, shake their heads and my MD says "we doing this or what" smiling. The client shakes his hand. We walk out of the meeting early. I mentally spiral into madness.