Years ago, I worked for a top ten New York bank. I flew from LA to NYC first class every six weeks just to hang around with our New York traders. I got to stay at The Waldorf. I had a company AM EX card that was billed directly to the bank. The Vice President of Treasury would call me and insist I spend more money on client lunches.
Believe it or not, it's easy to get tired of eating at places like Tavern on the Green and The Rainbow Room seven to ten times per week. After a while, the BS just becomes overwhelming and you head for McDonald's.
Banking is a fashion show for men. 300 count Egyptian cotton shirts, $2,000 suits and $900 briefcases. Guess what? Those expensive cotton shirts wrinkled horribly the minute you put them on. The CEO of the bank noticed how good my wash and wear JC Penny shirt looked compared to his. I ran in him at a McDonald's in NYC.
Here's hoping your BS meter peaks soon.:xyxthumbs: