At my investment bank, I am surrounded by the perfectly matched combination of models and 'modelizers'. And while the second was an established City stereotype, the first was a more modern phenomenon, ushered in with the Long-Term Capital crew circa 1995.
There exists an invisible boundary within world of investment banking between the number of women above and below one magic age: 30.
The current crisis comes in many shapes and forms. Now, thanks to Ceedy Girl, it even comes in stanzas.
“The City is full of fluff. Layoffs are long overdue - they’re all overpaid, and under-talented.” Harsh words echoed from a hard-hitting Lehman MD I dated several months back.
I may alienate my girl readership when I say this, but I’m going to say it anyway: I am not Carrie Bradshaw.
When you're part of the rat race, you don't realise or even acknowledge that you are. And when working long hours and constantly communicating via Blackberry is the norm, you barely notice that perhaps the rest of the world isn't like that.
When bankers got together they used to talk money, cars and houses. Nowadays, they talk about 'What If' they lost their jobs. Or is it more a matter of 'What When'?
A reader wonders what our priorities should be. And the Soul Sister tells us - and explains why.
When I compare York with the City, I can only find two features to defend York's claim to be one: its impressive Anglo-Saxon cathedral, and its recently opened Vivienne Westwood boutique.
This is the question I am constantly asking myself - and being asked - about my graduate prospects. And I am being continuously reminded about how 'barking mad' I am for seeking a graduate job in investment banking.