I agonized briefly over the idea of posting this question on here for fear of sarcastic/ unrelated comments. I'll start with a nice little craigslist ad before I begin my post.
If hedgefund managers represent the rising stars on the street's "set", are Investment Bankers those old school players standing on prestigious pillars? When you finally manage to climb that pillar do you discover that the foundation is crumbling?
It seems like almost every prospective monkey has the same freaking story. I've wanted to do IB all my life. I want to work in a . I want to pop bottles with models. Then I'll move on to PE and have a life.
What 2nd grader (who doesn't have a parent in the field) knows what the hell an IB is? Very seriously doubt anyone has wanted to do IB all their life. Does all your life mean the day you googled high paying careers as senior in high school and landed on this? Or was it in that random intro to finance class when the teacher mentioned IB as a career option?
BB this BB that, lovely prestige whores. It would be my assumption that you would matter more in a boutique where the numbers are much smaller. Bottles and models....? Liquor makes you fat; and have you checked the STDs rate lately for Americans? Steadily rising ;) Last time I checked PE was not a 9 to 5.
Just who the hell am I? I'm merely a lowly prospective monkey. I first learned about IB in the eighth grade and start educating myself from there. I come very small rural community in the deep south where if you asked someone if they had invested in stock they would think you were either talking about animals (livestock) or soup (chicken, beef, etc stock).
BB, MM, Boutique....I don't care. Chicago's cool, I love learning about other cultures (Asian, European, w/e).
Does this make me sound desperate and unambitious? Quite the opposite. I took a 1am to 7am job so my body could adjust to IB hours. I started networking with alum and people on Linkedin last year. I'm a sophomore now. I read the Journal more than the typical Christian reads the Bible. I hold a position on the e-board of the investment club, and I'm ambassador for Bloomberg. Even though I'm over 1200 miles away from home at a nontarget, I still believe in myself.
I just want to ask all the bankers out there if they are really happy. From what I've gleaned from this website and conversations with people on LinkedIn, people are either unrealistically "happy" and unwilling to mention a single bad part of their jobs or completely miserable and grinding it out hard for simply cash.
I could live without a husband, kids, a social life, or sleep. I could stay in a work environment where people think that the only reason why I got a job was because I'm "different". But I couldn't live feeling empty inside--like the work I was doing was $h1t or useless. I'm too darn honest to lie to myself too. Money cannot and will not be my primary motivation for anything. So besides cash, do you really have any other purpose for being? Do you really hate or love your job?