Wittgenstein taught me how to speak. Young Thug taught me how to love. Von Neumann taught me how to think.

How you look as an intern in investment banking versus as a second year analyst

Woke up hungover at like 2 pm from last night Knicks win and saw 6 urgent teams messages from my senior VP #watdatmean

My Managing Director was shocked by how good my Copilot outputs were. He schedules a one on one meeting with me. I explain to him that I uploaded detailed custom prompt instructions into personalization settings that allowed for chat consistency and depth across uses. He looks at me like I just spoke Latin. I pull up his computer, open settings. Custom prompt instructions: Off. I help the guy out, he loves me now. He made ~$5M last year.

When I’m sitting at my desk and have nothing to do, I like to tune in to the surrounding side convos. Genuine Skyrim-npc level dialogue. Mind you, I’m at a top investment bank with some of the “best and brightest”. Can only imagine what Deloitte side convos are like.

“Who’s not entertained by my pain?” I’ll probably be documenting my miserable life in IB since you all seem to enjoy it. You fuckers.

Day 8: Investment Banking 1 AM. Just left the office. I was the last intern there. I work with dickheads. I stare at gridlines. I laugh at corny jokes. I input pretty little templates into pitch decks for a board to glance at for .5 seconds before asking some vague question about ai agents. I was wrong. Not sure on what or where. But somewhere something went wrong.

Normal people are genuine scum.

All quiet on the frontal lobe.

This investment banking shit is so much dick sucking and politics. Worst part about is I’m pretty good at it (PAUSE). But it erodes the soul.

Living in nyc now and made me realize how much I was bedrotting at home. I can’t get two seconds to lay down bro holy shit.

“Maxxing” went from dark internet incel terminology to Financial Times corporate backtracking language in about 3 months. The internet is a powerful place.

Ngl if you could guarantee that I would never get doxxed, I would be the greatest internet troll/ragebaiter known to man. If you have nothing to lose, you need to be bullying big grifter accounts on here all day.

Tate is irrelevant now, but there was a time he had young men in the palm of his hand. Nobody ever talks about where these men are now.

TikTok is the new Reddit in the way that no matter how niche and obscure your problems are, there’s somebody on there that’s posted about that same problem. That’s why we should never ban it.

It’s remarkable how small and plebeian the internet is. I have at least 8 internet content-fuel stories under my belt just by knowing a few famous/powerful people and being chill enough to be someone they could talk to. Extend that dialogue tree across industries and there has to be tens of thousands of people in my same position. But for the most part things stay on the hush. Either everybody on the internet are remarkably principled people that refuse to sell info for compensation (unlikely), or everybody on the internet is just kind of…unimportant irl. It’s important to realize this, don’t take the net serious.