Fortunately, pursuing a career on Wall Street is no longer one of them.
Back when I was in college, there was a week every spring when Hanover, New Hampshire became glamorous. Corporate recruiters descended on campus (with their Brooks Brothers suits and leather accessories), and there was an urban electricity in the air. In each interview with Shearson Lehman Bros., Bear Stearns or Morgan Stanley, the carrot of what your future could be was placed on the desk in front of you -- right next to his (very rarely "her") bottle of Perrier. Or so I was told. I had zero aptitude for business, so I didn't join in all the fun.
But all the cool people with smart majors like economics and government would dress for success and do their best to impress the gatekeepers to the financial kingdom. I was tempted to put myself in the mix, if only to see how many interviewers would give me their phone numbers. I was a sucker for a man in a suit.
I didn't do it though -- and have played the "if only I'd..." game with myself during some of my lean years. Rich people intrigue me. The way they care so much about their stuff: their attention to detail with their cars and watches and shoes and couches and food. Oh, how they can get all hot and bothered over a plate of cheeses from different mammals! Sometimes I wish I cared that much about stuff, because I'd probably have more of it or better health insurance. At least reading an article in a recent Sunday's NY Times article gave me one less regret. Because if I had spent my life gathering gold coins so I could sit my ass on a pot of them somewhere in the middle of it -- and someone pulled it out from under me, l'm pretty sure "disappointed" doesn't quite describe how I'd feel.
|Dani Klein Modisett is the mother of 1-year-old Gideon (pictured) and 5-year-old Gabriel. She is comedy writer/creator/producer of the show "Afterbirth...stories you won't read in Parents magazine." An anthology of stories from this show will be published by St. Martin's Press, in stores in May 2009.|