Here are some random musings by CvM on the first Friday of 20+14.
Last night my manager and I were busy hammering some Excel models, creating memorandums, and processing various financial reports per year end. After throwing down a cool 12 hour day, I approach him, summarize the list of tasks done and to be completed, then say I’m heading out. His face turns still and I can see a soapbox rant is coming up. He goes on and on to ask me what I want to do with my life, what I want to be when I’m self-actualized, and how much money I want in liquid assets. All of these hit me hard and fast and I shrug, “I dunno, just work hard now and keep hustlin’ for the man.” He then says I need real specific answers to these questions if he’s going to be able to work with me (probably true, but whatevs). He then goes on to say, “I really think you need some direction, I can tell you don’t know what to do with yourself based on your volunteering involvement in nonprofits which does not add direct value to finance, the adjunct role you’ve now assumed at the hacksaw community college, and now compounded by the fact you already want to leave already tonight.”
He goes on to say that he wants to be an executive/partner at a specific firm and have a cool $250m in liquid assets. His plan is to acquire that by the tender age of 50, and only then, will he take some time to enjoy it by retiring to bum around a beach resort. Until then, he is going keep working ~80+ hour weeks giving our slave driving employer his all and everything. Mind you neither of us have an equity stake in our employer.
While this dude is a rather cool cat and someone I enjoy working with. I find his logic and philosophy flawed way the fck off. I mean, I enjoy life now. Why must he wait until he’s 50 to finally relax and enjoy life? For all I know, I’ll be hit by a subway car tonight rendering my fat 401k plan and AF legacy completely moot. Furthermore, during my tenure in the business world, I no longer believe in the goodness of company management to make things right. So I give my job my best effort and perform what is asked, but I’m not going to go way the fck out of my way to help them at my personal expense. I also don’t live my life to work, I work to live my life. Yes, not everything I do has a direct value added marginal benefit to my financial role at said firm. Sure I won’t have as much money as this BSD, but money isn’t my motivator anymore. I eat well, sleep well, and live comfortably. I almost have ‘fck you’ money in the bank to walk from crappy job if I need to outright. Though to me, fck you money isn’t a quarter bill, it’s enough to live comfortably for at least a year if I needed to simply quit and find a new job. Am I lazy for wanting a work life balance? My goal in life is not to run a company, start a business, or hit Forbes 400.
All of this had me thinking last night to this morning. Am I just some pseudo liberal hippy douche who isn’t Wall Street enough? Or does the AF Brothahood feel the same way? After hammering away the ripe years of my 20s getting my MBA, CFA, CAIA, and FRM, I feel I can throttle back finally and diversify my life outside of financial related extracurricular activities. Sadly this cracka doesn’t feel one in the same.