…you go to the bathroom to sleep
…you steal utensils and condiments from fast food joints
…you ask your bulge bracket buddies for their excel models and training manuals
…you pretend that working one-on-one with mediocre MDs makes up for having billion-dollar deals
…you have to resort to cigarettes because cocaine is too expensive
…you only tip a buck for lap dances, and get your money’s worth
…you have no league tables in your books, because no amount of spin could make this shack look good
…the only girls impressed by your job are of the holla-back sort
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