Way back in the beginning of Cashland, I promised you characters. And you’ve met some, certainly – you’re practically old friends with Ivy and the Mailman, and know to stay far, far away from Hapless and TWAG. But there’s someone I’ve been wanting you to meet for a while now, because she is so completely entertaining. Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to Miss Fish.
Miss Fish worked across the hall from me at BigAnonymous handling something called Separately Managed Accounts. Separately Managed Accounts are targeted at wealthier investors who want more specialized attention than they’d get if they just put their money in a mutual fund with the rest of the rabble. With Separately Managed Accounts, you get to tell an investment professional what you want done with your money in general terms, like your portfolio’s ratio of stocks to bonds and sectors you might or might not want to invest in – you tell them no tech stocks, they don’t put you in tech stocks – and then they do the actual investing for you. Personal attention is clearly a big part of the payoff here, and that is where Miss Fish comes in.
Because Miss Fish is hot. In one way that’s irrelevant – it’s not as if she went around servicing the clients directly. (What? “Servicing the clients” is an actual financial services term.) But Miss Fish was hired about five years ago by a middle-aged male middle manager, and while she was adequate—mostly—at what she did, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that it was not how she filled out her application that got her the job. She had long runner’s legs and a cascade of shiny brown hair and sashayed around the hallways in patent leather stilettos, and no one really minded because she could be fun to hang around with and wasn’t completely terrible at her job. Mostly, though, it was because she didn’t mind asking idiotic questions, and didn’t mind getting busted when she did. So here, in her honor and for your entertainment, is the first installment in the occasional series Miss Fish vs…., in which Miss Fish is flummoxed by items ranging from professional credential exams to the days of the week.
Because Miss Fish is hot. In one way that’s irrelevant – it’s not as if she went around servicing the clients directly. (What? “Servicing the clients” is an actual financial services term.) But Miss Fish was hired about five years ago by a middle-aged male middle manager, and while she was adequate—mostly—at what she did, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that it was not how she filled out her application that got her the job. She had long runner’s legs and a cascade of shiny brown hair and sashayed around the hallways in patent leather stilettos, and no one really minded because she could be fun to hang around with and wasn’t completely terrible at her job. Mostly, though, it was because she didn’t mind asking idiotic questions, and didn’t mind getting busted when she did. So here, in her honor and for your entertainment, is the first installment in the occasional series Miss Fish vs…., in which Miss Fish is flummoxed by items ranging from professional credential exams to the days of the week.
Miss Fish vs….. the Color Printer
“So, the color printer… it prints in color, right?”
That’s a direct quote. Separately Managed Accounts clients, you had no idea how lucky you were.
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