Over a few beers after work one spring evening, two junior Goldman Sachs employees started contemplating the best ways to kill themselves.“If the goal is, like, how do I inflict maximum psychological damage, then I think just going up to your desk and blowing your brains out in the middle of the day would be the best,” said Jeremy Miller-Reed, 23.“Nah,” said Samson White, 22. All the other analysts would get an e-mail from the associates saying, ‘Can you guys clean this up?
’ And then everyone would go back to work.”Jeremy and Samson—I’ve changed their names to protect their anonymity—were first-year analysts at Goldman.
Conversation flows, you laugh at each other's lame jokes; it's going well, right?
He tells you he's going to the gym and asks if you want to come lift. You meet a guy on Coffee Meets Bagel (hey, technology is the way to go for dating nowadays! He tells you he works in Asia for the majority of the year. He apologizes for not texting you before, and you guys end up having a great time and end up alone. The investment banker making over a quarter million a year doesn't have enough time to get off his Blackberry and hold a real conversation, but neither does the broke half guitarist/half barista who is always rushing off to go to a gig in Brooklyn.
Umm, may be because even I am the privileged girlfriend of an investment banker or trader, whatever you call them. Then, he had just joined a software firm as an engineer and believe me, he had all the time in the world for me. I was having a tough time then; family issues, career woes and all of that, but somehow he was there.
They’d arrived from their Ivy League campuses less than a year before, fresh-faced and idealistic.
Jeremy had gotten placed in commodities, and Samson had made a home in the firm’s mortgage division.
Here is what dating is really like in New York City. (he told you 10-ish) and walk into an apartment full of ten guys. The most exciting place you have sex other than a certain guy's bed is his couch..the Yankees game going on in the background. Did I mention you also got him a Cronut (this was during Summer 2013, a.k.a. You go out with a big group and end up alone with a friend of a friend.
(These are all true stories that happened to me or my friends.) 1. This would be any girl's dream -- all ten are late 20s/early 30s, cute, fit and Harvard Business School grads...except they're all playing speed pong (an even more intense version of beer pong -- yes, I had to look up what that was.) This was the big date you got ready for and analyzed outfits with your girlfriends for hours on end with and curled your hair and wore your nice perfume for. You date a guy for a while (read: hang out his apartment and watch HBO.) And one day he tells you that he's going to the gym (Equinox, of course) and that you can come along if you want. Can you be blamed for thinking through your to-do list whilst A-Rod is up? the heyday of the Cronut craze where you woke up at the crack of dawn and waited three hours in line to get one and saved it for him instead of giving it to your sister, or scalping it for ? You make out at a bar at the end of the night and exchange numbers.