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woensdag 3 maart 2010

Losing my religion

Lately I’m trying to figure out why I’m still working in the financial industry. What drives me? What drives our colleagues?
An old friend of mine is working for a Magic Circle firm. He was one of the most promising students to succeed in corporate Holland. A Fred 'The Shred' in the making. Or at least partner with one of the UK-based top firms. But even Freddy has his doubts about working 90 hours a week and constant verbal abuse by a psychopathic partner. Last week he explained the difference between what he calls The Believers and the The Non-believers.
According to Freddy, you start off as a Believer. Fresh out of university, you are grateful to death that you, of all people, were chosen to work at a top firm. You’re the one! And all the losers who were rejected have to work outside the magic circle and will end up in a shabby firm somewhere in the suburbs.

But not you. You will make hours and earn some real money. You are a Believer. And a Believer works 90 hours a week and is loving it. Because a Believer takes his job seriously and believes in his firm.

A small part of these Believers keep on believing for a long time. These are the religious fanatics. Work as religion. But a year into the job, most of the believers start to doubt their new chosen religion. After the first few months it is merely a vaguely uncomfortable feeling. You figure it is just the long hours at work.

After a year and a half you start to wonder. Is it really that cool to work 90 hours a week? Is this truly making me happy? You are starting to lose your religion.

In year two you switch and become a Non-believer. You lost your faith and that hurts. You realise that you have been doing numbing work for the past two years only to fill the pockets of the partners. You lost your friends and you’re close to a burnout. Another year and you qualify as a lawyer. After that you can follow your passion and do something that is more 'you'. A year is pretty long.

My friend is a Non-believer. But he is a Non-believer who has become an Associate. He knows how to play the game and he has found a way to do his work without the hours. He uses younger and more gullible Believers for the actual work. This guy is more than a Believer; he has, in fact, become the Preacher.

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