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Friday 25th January, 2008 posted by City Girl
City GirlWatch out, the recession-mongers are about. The science boffins dubbed last Monday the most depressing day of the year, couple that with the worst share slump since 9/11, with a 300-point drop at close of play, and it’s no wonder that a number of my colleagues indulged in much hand wringing this week.

But as the global share-price rollercoaster battled the waves, I’ve spotted an increasing number of my colleagues jumping on the hysteria bandwagon with a slightly “crazed but relishing the drama” glint in their eyes. On Tuesday morning, a girl screeched across the floor, “Delhi has suspended trading,” she was practically foaming at the mouth. But then we love a disaster in my office, remember Diana’s death, I had two people in my team request time off work to grieve, and no, they weren’t

Friday 18th January, 2008 posted by City Girl
City GirlEvery January, the compliance manager tries to boost morale by raffling off the company’s Christmas gifts from clients­, with the proceeds going to charity.

But this year, a couple of junior traders abolished all sentiment and injected some materialistic greed into proceedings.

So, while the children of Great Ormond Street Hospital suffered, the pair set up a grey market. They catalogued the gifts to be won and set a price on each considerably below market value. They then took advance­ cash payments for the items, which they would buy from the winners for less than what they’d already sold them, thereby making a few quid.

The ruse was going well, and the minute the email arrived declaring the raffle open, the stampede for tickets started. One colleague­, who I suspect might be an escapee­ from the Half Ton Hospital, t

Friday 4th January, 2008 posted by City Girl
City GirlWe all know that shameless showing off is a prerequisite for many City workers, and never was it more in abundance than on New Year's Eve.

It all started with the invitations (mine arrived by courier) – a custom-made 24-carat gold iPod nano, containing a video invite. Quite impressive. Only the night that followed reeked of a mixture of desperation and arrogance.

The host is the number-one show-off at work, so the dozen of us from the office who were invited knew we were in for a night to remember.

And that was confirmed immediately upon arrival at his country home.  As we stepped out of our taxis, he greeted us in front of a car covered in a white sheet. He held a flute of champagne in one hand and a Montecristo in the other. If that wasn't OTT enough, there were two bikini-clad girls getting jiggy by his side. In between

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