This email made the rounds a few years ago, and a recent conversation I had with some coworkers reminded me of it, so I thought I would post it here.  Basically, it's a hilarious rant composed by a disgruntled i-banker.  To give you a taste, here's how he describes the start of his day:

 

6:15: Alarm goes off. I've told myself I'm going to start working out in the mornings. All those late night Subway M&M cookies. A quick calculation , two hours and fifteen minutes of sleep. Not too shabby. Only five or six coffees required to get myself out of bed. That beeping noise; there must be a bunch of sound technicians tinkering away in a room trying to find the perfect frequency to completely crush your soul.