Janet was promoted. She is now an analyst.
Also–and I’m not sure how to say this without sounding like an elitist dick–but Janet is kind of dumb. I mean she’s nice and she gives good advice about relationships but she doesn’t seem to be able to read a financial statement. She routinely says, “It’s six of one, a baker’s dozen of the other.” Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe she’s hiding her brains as some sort of sociological experiment, but Janet does not exude “finance.”
And lastly, and this is where I actually talked to Janet about this, why would Janet want to go from 40 hours a week to 80-100? Analysts work long hours. When I was an analyst, 3/4 of my “class” washed out and went to law school because they thought those hours would be better.
So after I congratulated her, I asked her if she knew what she was getting into.
She said, “It’s an opportunity to start a new career. How can I say no to that?”
I said, “What about social work? I thought you wanted to go get your MSW.”
She laughed and said, “Yeah, and social workers make less than garbage men.”
I totally agree, I just didn’t realize she saw it that way.
Then she placed her hand on my forearm like she always does to people, smiled, and said, “So I guess you’re my boss now.”
I said, “So go get me a pizza then!”
She laughed. But the funny thing is that investment banking is such a boys’ network that when I first started I actually did get pizzas for the associates and VP’s. And when I got promoted, the first thing I did was order two analysts to drive to Santa Monica to get me a Godmother at Bay Cities.