轉貼過來 參考看看 07:01 - Trader waves a number of sheets with interestingly (from a geometrical perspective) looking graphs. He then throws them in your face. The sheets scatter like snowflakes in a storm. 07:06 - You calmly adjust your glasses, then collect the pieces of paper. 07:26 - After thorough examination, you do conclude that this is a special case and your code (or was it someone else's code? You don't recall off-hand) does not properly account for it. 07:30 - You try to fire up Visual Studio. You don't like Visual Studio but the bank makes you use it anyway. You feel frustration. 07:31 - Turns out IT has changed your password again (for no particular reason) but have not told you what it is. You call IT, who bellow some diabolical laughter followed by a barrage of so called l33t sp34k that leaves you even more confused. They promise to get you a new password by the end of the day. You don't believe their lies. 07:50 - Your colleague, another quant, walks in. You recount your day so far at which he can only laugh because he deals with analytics and not pricing. He makes fun of you for being a trader's bitch. Then he tells a joke about a pimp and two transvestites. You don't get the joke. 08:02 - Some market somewhere has apparently opened and the floor errupts in shouting. You silently pray for a bit of quiet so you can concentrate on a numerical problem that was supposed to be solved yesterday (or was it last week?) 08:47 - The phone rings. Some meeting is being held about something in credit that you don't understand. But you have to attend anyway. 08:59 - You're late for the meeting. Your colleague (the one with the joke) has managed to be on time. Now he sniggers with an attractive female (whom you don't know) about your tardiness. 11:10 - Meeting ends. You don't really understand what it was about, but you are glad you can return to your desk and do some real work. 11:20 - It turns out that your desk is no longer your desk and that you are being moved two rows down to be closer to the traders. You sincerely hope that the traders comment about tear gas was merely meant to scare you. Actually, you seem to remember something that no weapons were allowed on the floor at any time. This comforts you. 11:23 - You sit down at your new desk location. A trader walks over to you and asks you something about exotic options, which isn't really your thing. You shrug and refer him to your colleague, who undoubtedly can help this gentleman out. 11:34 - Something thrown by somebody hits you on the head. You can't tell where it came from. 11:52 - You finally got your belongings arranged at your new desk so you can begin to work properly. 11:53 - You tackle your numerical issue again and are determined to find the solution. 12:04 - Something hits you on the head again. It lands on your desk and looks like an eraser. But you still don't know who threw it. --

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