A typical morning for a quant (FRONT DESK) - 金融分析師

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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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