Forget global economic indicators, non-farm payroll numbers or figures about the consumer sentiment in the Bible Belt. All it takes to know how the economy is doing is a cold call by your friendly neighbourhood recruiter.
“It’s not the industry you work in that’s important, it’s the office environment.” This is the advice I am constantly given as I try to decide between a creative or a corporate career path.
In the City, flexi-time, over-time, and part-time don’t seem to exist. Work here even gives a new meaning to the words 'full-time'.
Yes, you have read correctly. Next week, City bankers will burn. No, they won't be burning wood, no they won't be burning rubber, they will actually be burning themselves. (But for good reason.)
Is it love? Or is it Diwali?
The thing about being a female trader is that you must be prepared to accept your position as an outsider - a woman in a man’s world.
If there is one lesson that stands out amongst all of the things that I have had to learn over the past year and a half of starting up this business, it is, without doubt, the art of failure.
When a man leaves you alone in his home for the first time, what do you do? Lie in bed, watch TV, do the washing up - or have a good snoop? Let’s face it, the offhand mention of his last girlfriend has ignited your fascination.
Not for the first time was Resting Banker Girl (RBG) opining on the uselessness of most of this city’s (world’s?) so-called recruitment agencies.
It's like a renewable resource; you only have a limited amount available to you each day before it runs out.
Scientists say ailments linked to jet lag and nightshift work may have their roots in disruption of gene activity
I have spent the last 12 weeks 'eating clean, lifting mean', in the style of our cavemen ancestors.