Assuming you have read the title, this is one of those "I feel sorry for myself" Saturday night posts, it's also an AMA, because I'm bored.
Now that that is out of the way, let me start with a short introduction, I am a trader on the FX desk at a BB in London (I am not going to disclose which one, but I'm sure you can guess). For the last three years I have worked in the same division, climbing through the ranks. I am <25 years old, went to a respectable uni, live alone in quite an empty apartment and own a fast car. Perfect right?, well read on....
My day starts at 4am when I wake, realise I have not died in my sleep, get dressed and consume a liquid breakfast. By the time I have driven to the office and get to my desk it is 5am.
I catch up on the antics (or lack of) in Asia , then proceed to digest what ever the Bloomberg throws at me and my favourite news sites.
By 6am I am up to speed and the fun begins.
1pm, marks the arrival of my lunch, which is consumed at my desk as this is when New York starts to get into gear. From now on the intensity levels increase, as does the opportunity to make some $. Between 1pm and 5pm liquidity is usually highest, that implies all hands on deck.
By 5pm it is easy to tell who as had a good day or a bad one, although the seasoned guys don's how their P&L affects their emotions.
Once 6pm strikes, things are reasonably quiet, most guys are on a call with the GF/wife/toy/accessory and getting ready to leave. I am not, if anything I am calling the car dealer to have yet another issue fixed. (Who said a Porsche is reliable). I go out for an hour walk and try to not to get pi$$ed off with outside life in general, I can be short fused at times, for no apparent reason, for example, a couple who decided to stop in my direction of travel on the footpath and embrace each other were treated to a rather loud "FFS" as I charged past, back to the office.
I am back at my desk and settled in by 8:30pm at the latest after having something quick for dinner. Usually some form of steak. Now I begin to sift through the news again focusing on Asia.
I monitor my positions until about 11pm and then I set off home, as the traffic is usually pretty quiet I am at home in bed by midnight, and wait to see if I will wake up in the morning or not.
So this is all fine and well, apart from the fact I am completely bored outside work, have a short fuse at times and am quite lonely overall. Don't get me wrong, I have quite a few work mates, we do go for drinks (too many, usually) from time to time, but that is the extent of my social life. I don't have to work the late hours in the evening, I have been told this many time by my superiors but I do because I have nothing else. A fact which becomes evident at weekends. I catch up on sleep, get pi$$ed of that others are busy with their GFs or whatever to do anything. By the time 6pm strikes, I am opening my first beer of many and watch a movie, then fall into bed drunk. So for the last two weeks I have not bought any booze for the weekend, to see if it would make a difference.
Result: I realise just how angry and pi$$ed I am at most things outside of my work world and wonder how I can suppress them so well.
Basically, my life can be summarised as follows, I work almost all available hours, considered as "just another arrogant trader" by many and seem to make any girl I bring for dinner/drinks either not answer any text afterwards, despite being quite pleasant, and after paying a lot for dinner, or they stick around for two weeks at hours that suit them, cost me quite a lot of money and bugger off without any action of any sort.
Conclusion, I like my job, I make money, but fck me I'm bored, grumpy, have a pretty fiery temper and have a "fck every else attitude" outside of work (generally), so yeah.