I'm officially a private equity whore. Due diligence gets me all excited and I can now talk on and on about fund positioning and deal structuring. I enjoy discussing market caps and book values over drinks after work. I iron pencil skirts every morning and am engulfed in a sea of black, sharp clothing. I am actually in a position to fuck things up majorly on a scale that mummy and daddy can't bail me out even if they wanted to. I have perfected the act of yelling at lawyers, auditors and advisors without ever raising my voice. I can now compose seamless, beautiful emails that even the most scrutinous of hard-assed bankers can't question. I can multi-task like Superman on speed and I can as of today, run high-level meetings without stuttering.
And I'm fucking loving it.
Except, the other day, I was making plans with a friend and said, "I'm not sure, I may have some prior engagement. In any case, I should know by tomorrow - I'll text you accordingly."
A life together
1 hour ago
7 comments:
Last I heard, you were doing a journalism internship?
you need an lbo.
Oh no the corporates got Scout
Take that JD Saligar
I shall text you accordingly.
yeah, my dad talks like that.
you know you hold a highly envious position, dont you?
And work tends to reflect in life, like i have learned to peptalk at the drop of a hat. :)
Will come and read these. But good to have you back. :)
welcome back - you've were really missed !
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