I know it's not right, but there's some pleasure in watching my high-achieving former classmates squirm
An investment banker friend was recently complaining about the havoc and uncertainty at her workplace in these crazy times. I tried to express sympathy. But I found that I just didn't care. Actually, even worse: I felt like rolling my eyes. And this is a person I like.
Recently, I've found myself not only NOT empathizing with my fellow twentysomethings in the beleaguered financial services industry, but experiencing undeniable pleasure at their increasingly tenuous circumstances.
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