EPTAs my piano teacher used to say, don't do if it hurts.
So I used to be friends with this rather nice girl who I knew in high school. She was really motivated and twinkie but was on the tennis team and really, really hot and really, really liked to fuck around.
She ends up becoming a banker at an unnamed ex-institution. She recently sent one of those "can you intro me to some friends of yours so I can beg them for a job" emails. I told her sure, then I found out she's visiting Chicago for a friend's 21st so we decide to go clubbing (Emily, me, her, and a few other people).
I decided to vet her just to make sure she wasn't some total psycho who would wreck my network. Boy am I glad I did that.
Every, every single question I asked her elicited some sort of non-response that inevitably devolved into subtle (while she was sober) bragging about the extreme, hardcore, 100-hour a week life she led and all the billions in deals she was on (she was in LevFin). Oh, and of course, all the time she devoted to a charity for North Korean refugees (she's Korean) while working 100-hours per week.
So then I decided to mess with her. I started probing her for specifics, you know, just asking WHY she made those assumptions (such as assuming cashflow for a particularly ridiculous leveraged deal would rise at a particularly ridiculous rate) and she just said that that was how to get the correct numbers. Correct by who? I asked; "Correct by what my boss wanted to see" was her reply. And this was her "analytical skills?"... great job Jenn, you know exactly how to lie with an excel spreadsheet. I can see this is applicable to trading... how?
And of course, once she got drunk, she was openly bragging about how "when the boss told me to say that people switched careers every 3 years even though the Census Bureau states that they don't even measure that statistic, I eventually found it"
Wow.
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