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I've now been with The Investment Bank for just over four months. Which, considering my history, is not an insignificant amount of time. I am, after all, a notorious job hopper and all.

This is definitely the most content I've ever been with a job. I am good at what I do, appreciated by my superiors, well paid, challenged on a daily basis, and the position offers limitless potential in terms of learning opportunities. It's an amazingly ideal job for someone just starting out in this industry and I feel very blessed to be where I am.

That said, there is still one thing that leaves me unsatisfied. Sometimes, when I really think about it, it all feels very fake and pointless. I mean, God knows I'm not a hippie but what the heck are we doing here? We don't produce anything, we don't even provide any REAL service...we as an industry are in the business of using money to make money. Now that I have a better idea of what actually goes on it seems a bit ridiculous. A lot of people fretting over the exchange of what amounts to 1's and 0's in cyberspace and this constitutes the "trading" behind all those huge portfolios.

This is the one thing that makes me wonder how long I will ultimately last in this industry. I think I need a little more meaning than that. I think I need my career to be something more than worrying about money. That was the great thing about fund raising (yes, also worrying about money BUT for good causes!)...too bad so much of that job bored me to tears. Where is that happy middle ground?

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I actually beg to differ. You are providing a service. Since most people (including organizations) are too busy earning money to know where to invest it, investment firms use their comparative advantage of experience, wisdom, and human capital to know where to place the money, which is no easy task. You are definitely providing a valuable service.

# posted by  Democrats Hate America : 6:47 PM

 

Hm...that's true...but I guess it's just hard for me to see this as a "noble pursuit" haha...I'll get over it though, maybe =)

# posted by  Joyce : 3:49 PM

 

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