There are two types of assistants:
1) The ones that don’t give a shit.
2) The ones that are disgruntled because at some point they did give a shit.
Both are created in the same way. Every non-banker working in the vicinity of bankers has a sense that this is a warped version of the real world. But it is the assistants that become acutely aware of this. Always in the midst of “fire drills”, they come to realize that they have become mothers to five year olds. Short of wiping their @sses, assistants become responsible for every whim of the banker. The assistants are a one stop shop for these bankers, from printing and binding the same books many times a day, to making dinner reservations and pre-ordering the apology flowers for their wives for the many missed birthdays. Assistants have become an integral part of the bankers' lives. And everything inevitably gets rescheduled. And I mean everything. This is an assistant’s worst nightmare, which they are forced to relive every minute of every day. All it takes is a simple email to get this horrendous process going.
“I don’t think this meeting is going to work. Please cancel”
(At that exact moment, the assistant is sweaty and miserable with a thousand paper cuts in the production room…3 hours later, 75 copies of the book WITH TABS have been printed and bound….she slowly returns to her desk and sees this email)
Resisting all urge to self implode, she calmly replies,
“The books are all done, when were you thinking of rescheduling”
“The books won’t work anymore. It is all going to change.”
“all of it”
“Yes”
“When should I reschedule?”
NO RESPONSE
(then begins the hurdle where the assistant calls everyone involved in booking the meeting in the first place to try and cancel everything…just as she begins to say…hmm…that worked out well..kudos to me…then BAM)
“Hold that cancellation. We might do it after all”
“Might?”
“Yes Might”
1) The ones that don’t give a shit.
2) The ones that are disgruntled because at some point they did give a shit.
Both are created in the same way. Every non-banker working in the vicinity of bankers has a sense that this is a warped version of the real world. But it is the assistants that become acutely aware of this. Always in the midst of “fire drills”, they come to realize that they have become mothers to five year olds. Short of wiping their @sses, assistants become responsible for every whim of the banker. The assistants are a one stop shop for these bankers, from printing and binding the same books many times a day, to making dinner reservations and pre-ordering the apology flowers for their wives for the many missed birthdays. Assistants have become an integral part of the bankers' lives. And everything inevitably gets rescheduled. And I mean everything. This is an assistant’s worst nightmare, which they are forced to relive every minute of every day. All it takes is a simple email to get this horrendous process going.
“I don’t think this meeting is going to work. Please cancel”
(At that exact moment, the assistant is sweaty and miserable with a thousand paper cuts in the production room…3 hours later, 75 copies of the book WITH TABS have been printed and bound….she slowly returns to her desk and sees this email)
Resisting all urge to self implode, she calmly replies,
“The books are all done, when were you thinking of rescheduling”
“The books won’t work anymore. It is all going to change.”
“all of it”
“Yes”
“When should I reschedule?”
NO RESPONSE
(then begins the hurdle where the assistant calls everyone involved in booking the meeting in the first place to try and cancel everything…just as she begins to say…hmm…that worked out well..kudos to me…then BAM)
“Hold that cancellation. We might do it after all”
“Might?”
“Yes Might”
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