When Cars Fly
As I walked into the investment firm in San Mateo, California, for my first official day of work after college, I was certain I would change the world. Instead, the experience working at that firm changed me.
It was a typical overcast morning in the Bay Area, and all the new recruits gathered in the firm’s lobby to take a tour of the premises. “Welcome to your new home!” said the assistant as we prepared to circle the research floor. There were glass windows that enclosed equity traders and research analysts as they processed buy-and-sell orders for clients and the firm’s various portfolio strategies. People were glued to their seats, attention split between four computer screens each that displayed graphs that looked as if they ...