It’s funny how no one knows about “investment banking” and “consulting” until we’re in college. Then, like, that’s all there is to do.

But there is an exit strategy. People have done it, really. When is it time to get out? How about when your son thanks you for seeing him, as one i-banker discovered:

The Tale of Guy Perricone (Telegraph)

“Guy Perricone’s learning curve was steepened during his stint as an investment banker for ABN Amro in eastern Europe. Back in 2000, Perricone was leaving for another arduous week in Prague at the end of a weekend with his family in London, when his young son thanked him for visiting.

“‘I then spent two years worrying about it, about how life would be without the golden handcuffs and the bonus,’ says Perricone, now happily ensconced as the managing director of the Institute of Contemporary Arts, just down the road from Buckingham Palace.”

So it’s not impossible. But your son thanking you? Pretty fuckin’ sad.

P.S. The Brits call cover letters “covering letters.”