Vice President Tasha and the Case of the Disappearing Day Off
Hooray, I'm a Vice President ^_________^
Vice President of what, you may ask? And who do I have to kill to become President? (Actually, that was what my mother asked)
Sadly it doesn't work like that. American investment bank titles are remarkably weird and show every sign of having been invented by jovial men with enormous moustaches and large cigars some time in the 1800s.
Assuming you're starting somewhere in Operations (the people who actually do all the work in banking) it goes like this:
Non-person
Assistant Manager
Manager
Analyst
Assistant Vice President / Associate
Vice President
Director
Managing Director
God
So now you know. And as a reward for my new elevated status and more senior duties I got to spend ten working hours on a @&*($%ing presentation when I should have been calling clients, and then got to work right through what was supposed to be my afternoon off trying to catch up.
Looking on the bright side, however, I am now much less likely to be fired compared to my colleagues. And at least I'm not French.
Plus, my shiny new living room light arrived! ^_^ And turned out to come in an ENORMOUS box which necessitated a taxi home and considerable swearing to get upstairs. Picture to follow after my long-suffering father has assisted with installation.
Comments
Congratulations! Only three steps away from deification - keep pegging away..
(surely commercial banking can't really function in France anyway with a 35 hour working week? I suppose you don't get paid for overtime anyway...)
Posted by: Andrew | January 25, 2008 07:54 PM
It's a terribly impressive title, regardless of what it means. :D Congratulamations!
Posted by: Helen | January 26, 2008 12:20 PM