Ex runner, current first year intern at a big bank, work 100 hours a week, getting fat, hate my life only the people here get it

Confessional of a Finance Bro wrote:

I was a college D1 runner good not great, 14:40’s 5k, 10k in 29’s was my strongest event.

I look at myself now and hate what I see in the mirror. I’m working in New York at a big bank, I’m a first year intern so basically my whole job is bringing entitled jerks coffee while I beg for scraps of how to manage the big deals and trades. Three of my cointerns have quit because of stress, the rest are miserable.

These days when I have a free moment, I pull up my old pics of me competing in college. I look at that guy, and look back down at my gut, and I’m disgusted at what they have made me become—what I let myself become, a fat, burned out, angry, balding, bitter person, barely keeping up, barely making the next day to get screamed at again.

I don’t or won’t run anymore, I have no time, so it’s two pumps of that sugary syrup to the “America runs on Dunkin’” drink I got chilling by my side.

my cointerns swear by adderall and ozempic to keep the weight off, on our few rare days off we get blacked out drunk and make horrible decisions. To a man not one is in a committed relationship.

I can’t help but look at my old running pics and hate who I see before me, wondering only “What if”?

stephen king wrote:

Confessional of a Finance Bro wrote:

I was a college D1 runner good not great, 14:40’s 5k, 10k in 29’s was my strongest event.

I look at myself now and hate what I see in the mirror. I’m working in New York at a big bank, I’m a first year intern so basically my whole job is bringing entitled jerks coffee while I beg for scraps of how to manage the big deals and trades. Three of my cointerns have quit because of stress, the rest are miserable.

These days when I have a free moment, I pull up my old pics of me competing in college. I look at that guy, and look back down at my gut, and I’m disgusted at what they have made me become—what I let myself become, a fat, burned out, angry, balding, bitter person, barely keeping up, barely making the next day to get screamed at again.

I don’t or won’t run anymore, I have no time, so it’s two pumps of that sugary syrup to the “America runs on Dunkin’” drink I got chilling by my side.

my cointerns swear by adderall and ozempic to keep the weight off, on our few rare days off we get blacked out drunk and make horrible decisions. To a man not one is in a committed relationship.

I can’t help but look at my old running pics and hate who I see before me, wondering only “What if”?

Cool story bro, but clearly fake. I can make up something better than that.

Confessional of a Finance Bro wrote:

I was a college D1 runner good not great, 14:40’s 5k, 10k in 29’s was my strongest event.

I look at myself now and hate what I see in the mirror. I’m working in New York at a big bank, I’m a first year intern so basically my whole job is bringing entitled jerks coffee while I beg for scraps of how to manage the big deals and trades. Three of my cointerns have quit because of stress, the rest are miserable.

These days when I have a free moment, I pull up my old pics of me competing in college. I look at that guy, and look back down at my gut, and I’m disgusted at what they have made me become—what I let myself become, a fat, burned out, angry, balding, bitter person, barely keeping up, barely making the next day to get screamed at again.

I don’t or won’t run anymore, I have no time, so it’s two pumps of that sugary syrup to the “America runs on Dunkin’” drink I got chilling by my side.

my cointerns swear by adderall and ozempic to keep the weight off, on our few rare days off we get blacked out drunk and make horrible decisions. To a man not one is in a committed relationship.

I can’t help but look at my old running pics and hate who I see before me, wondering only “What if”?

Confessional of a Finance Bro wrote:

I was a college D1 runner good not great, 14:40’s 5k, 10k in 29’s was my strongest event.

I look at myself now and hate what I see in the mirror. I’m working in New York at a big bank, I’m a first year intern so basically my whole job is bringing entitled jerks coffee while I beg for scraps of how to manage the big deals and trades. Three of my cointerns have quit because of stress, the rest are miserable.

These days when I have a free moment, I pull up my old pics of me competing in college. I look at that guy, and look back down at my gut, and I’m disgusted at what they have made me become—what I let myself become, a fat, burned out, angry, balding, bitter person, barely keeping up, barely making the next day to get screamed at again.

I don’t or won’t run anymore, I have no time, so it’s two pumps of that sugary syrup to the “America runs on Dunkin’” drink I got chilling by my side.

my cointerns swear by adderall and ozempic to keep the weight off, on our few rare days off we get blacked out drunk and make horrible decisions. To a man not one is in a committed relationship.

I can’t help but look at my old running pics and hate who I see before me, wondering only “What if”?