I did it! I quit investment banking and I’m free!

I had the weirdest dream last night. I woke up, got dressed for work and went to work, but when I arrived there, I was seated at a new seat, at a new desk, in a new office….in a totally new job! How awesome is that!?! Then to add to that, I had this strange feeling which I’d never felt before. Like that feeling when you get a hug from your mum, or someone gives you some flowers. This warm, comforting feeling that I actually loved the work that I was doing and the people around me really appreciated me being there. It was so bizarre. But whilst most of these stories would normally end in the typical Grade-2-short-story fashion of “and then I woke up and it was all a dream”, I actually did wake up and it wasn’t a dream! Yep! New seat, new desk, new office, new job! Wooooooooooooooo^infinity. I now can comprehensively say that despite not snorting a pile of cocaine that resembled the Alps in December, I now know what its like to be Charlie Sheen - of course you have the tiger blood when you’re not working in investment banking anymore! 

And whilst I would’ve loved to walk out riding an imaginary horse singing “heeeeeeeey sexy ladies, woop woop”, the end was almost as anti-climatic as a person who hates their job working at the Bureau of Meteorology….haha wait for it. Anyway I think I’ve done phenomenally well to avoid the returning to my “type” (ie. another institution or bank) – although it did help going out drinking till 4am the night before I had to catch a flight to an interview with another bank – I ended up doing the interview still drunk, being offered the role and turning it down because “I felt it wasn’t right” or in other words, at that moment in time, all I wanted to do is vom. Probably the only instance of a hangover being helpful to decision making. But anyway, I’m freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. haha I think leaving work has increased my inappropriate usage of vowels too.

Anyway I better go – I’ve got daylight to bask in.