Redundancy? Time to Ditch the B.tch
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In the wise words of Ms Robinson: "A banker is for life, not just for jewellery".
Dear Ms Robinson,
I was fired from my job three months ago. I'd honestly thought I was safe but it turned out I wasn't. I'll admit I had it good and maybe I didn't appreciate it and expected it never to stop but it's a major blow to my self-esteem. Meanwhile I'm reigning in my spending as I've got a big fat mortgage that needs a hell of a lot of feeding.
The trouble is that I'm used to going out (I'm 29) and living it up: so is my girlfriend. Now that I have to curb the amount I used to spend on her, she's not too happy that she's not getting gifts from Tiffany, Agent Provocateur etc. To tell you the truth I'm feeling pretty crap but she doesn't want know about it. She doesn't even want to have sex with me at the moment because I'm down. Of course it makes things worse. I'm worried I'll lose her because I can't live up to her expectations. We've been together eight months.
G.
Dear G,
First of all G, being fired/made redundant/tinned is a fact of life. Ms Robinson was parted from a six figure salary twice in her advertising career and finally gave it all up to produce perfectly formed sentences for a lot less. As for unspending (TM), as we like to call it at Ms R Towers, welcome to the real world.
Secondly, tell the opportunistic girlfriend to fuck off. Only half joking. While Ms R is not liking her attitude and wondering why she and her pals bumped their breasts on the glass ceiling if this is where women have got to, she feels that you are also part of the problem.
Let me explain. On the relatively rare occasions that Ms R has rubbed shoulders with City boys she has found many of them one dimensional (read: boring) in that they tend to sell themselves as people purely in terms of their jobs. This is why many of them are more likely to see God than get laid, but we digress.
I'm going to wager that your outings with this mercenary cow (sorry, charming woman) have probably had less to do with conversation, wit and ideas than with Nobu and champagne. OK, not literally, but you get my drift. Therefore she sees you in terms of what you can deliver, rather than who you are. See what I'm getting at? You drip feed someone enough champagne and they begin to believe it's their right.
Without going all hippie drippy on you, my advice is to use this time to reflect on what you want in addition to obviously looking for a job. Being out of work is bad enough on the libido and you don't need a woman around who makes you feel worse about it.
I think it's time to stop navel gazing, tell the girlfriend to get a life and get out there and see what the rest of the world is doing. And while you're at it you might meet a woman who realises that a banker is for life, not just for jewellery.
Do you work in M&A? If so, please email Ms Robinson. She's writing a novel and needs one of you witty, cynical M&A types to help her with some details.
I was fired from my job three months ago. I'd honestly thought I was safe but it turned out I wasn't. I'll admit I had it good and maybe I didn't appreciate it and expected it never to stop but it's a major blow to my self-esteem. Meanwhile I'm reigning in my spending as I've got a big fat mortgage that needs a hell of a lot of feeding.
The trouble is that I'm used to going out (I'm 29) and living it up: so is my girlfriend. Now that I have to curb the amount I used to spend on her, she's not too happy that she's not getting gifts from Tiffany, Agent Provocateur etc. To tell you the truth I'm feeling pretty crap but she doesn't want know about it. She doesn't even want to have sex with me at the moment because I'm down. Of course it makes things worse. I'm worried I'll lose her because I can't live up to her expectations. We've been together eight months.
G.
Dear G,
First of all G, being fired/made redundant/tinned is a fact of life. Ms Robinson was parted from a six figure salary twice in her advertising career and finally gave it all up to produce perfectly formed sentences for a lot less. As for unspending (TM), as we like to call it at Ms R Towers, welcome to the real world.
Secondly, tell the opportunistic girlfriend to fuck off. Only half joking. While Ms R is not liking her attitude and wondering why she and her pals bumped their breasts on the glass ceiling if this is where women have got to, she feels that you are also part of the problem.
Let me explain. On the relatively rare occasions that Ms R has rubbed shoulders with City boys she has found many of them one dimensional (read: boring) in that they tend to sell themselves as people purely in terms of their jobs. This is why many of them are more likely to see God than get laid, but we digress.
I'm going to wager that your outings with this mercenary cow (sorry, charming woman) have probably had less to do with conversation, wit and ideas than with Nobu and champagne. OK, not literally, but you get my drift. Therefore she sees you in terms of what you can deliver, rather than who you are. See what I'm getting at? You drip feed someone enough champagne and they begin to believe it's their right.
Without going all hippie drippy on you, my advice is to use this time to reflect on what you want in addition to obviously looking for a job. Being out of work is bad enough on the libido and you don't need a woman around who makes you feel worse about it.
I think it's time to stop navel gazing, tell the girlfriend to get a life and get out there and see what the rest of the world is doing. And while you're at it you might meet a woman who realises that a banker is for life, not just for jewellery.
Do you work in M&A? If so, please email Ms Robinson. She's writing a novel and needs one of you witty, cynical M&A types to help her with some details.
Here Is The Writer : Ms Robinson
Ms Robinson was once a copywriter who wrote award winning ads and had eight hour lunches. Weary of the sex, glamour and lavish parties, she switched to corporate communications where she held the hands of executives and banned them from writing this execrable sentence: "In this ever changing world, the only constant is change itself." These days she writes for an increasing variety of people and has ghostwritten several books but if she told you who for, she'd have to kill you. Click here to read her blog, Woman of Experience.
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