12:10 - You are getting hungry. You know you shouldn't eat fatty food, but you can't help salivating at the thought of getting some fresh buffalo wings to eat on your desk.12:24 - You are trying to conquer the thoughts of food that are swirling through your head, but increasingly you see integral symbols and fractions replaced with chicken legs and french fries.12:35 - You succumb to your inner pig. You grab your access card in a demonstrative demonstration of dexterity. You think that access card is way cool. You always feel like some important goverment spy with a clearance pass to top secret areas. Or at least you used to, until you discovered that the card couldn't even open the door that's labelled: 'office supplies'.12:43 - You barge into a fast food place. You're starving and feel like ordering 2700 pounds of deep fried poultry. However, you are wise beyond your years and only order 300 grams. A rough calculation had shown you that, under normal temperature and pressure conditions, 2700 pounds of meat would never fit into a sphere with a diameter of your body height.12:55 - Back at your desk. You juggle a pen and pieces of chicken like few others can. You wipe the grease from your fingers and face with research notes from other banks.13:02 - Re-energized you attack the problem again. You feel like a deadly dealer of differences that drops sigmatoid sorcery on his enemies.13:33 - Eureka! You have solved the problem. You spin on your chair not once, not twice, but three times, drunk on pure exhileration. The effort leaves you giddy.13:35 - Another eraser hits you on the head.13:36 - You begin sobering up as you realize you will now have to convert your solution into (workable) code.13:38 - You sober up even more as you realize you still can't access your machine. You think about giving IT a call, but you are afraid they will just laugh at you again. Like the girl that was your prom date did. The memory still stings.13:57 - You feel bored and at the same time emboldened by your most recent success. You decide to venture in to the lion's den and go talk to some traders to see what they are doing.14:03 - First trader you talk to tells you to "Fak oaf" of something. You're not sure. He doesn't speak proper English. You wonder if traders communicate simply through grunts or... more interesting... maybe through highly developed infrasound organs!.. like elephants! Intrigued, you make a note to bring an oscilloscope into work tomorrow. You have one in the attic. You take out your notepad and with the intention to begin a behavioral study you lean back and....14:05 - You lean back too far and fall onto another trader who errupts in a veritable cacophony of insults and threats. Scared witless, you dash for your desk and frantically begin scribbling equations to look busy, pretending that nothing ever happened.14:09 - You look up... and feel relieved. The trader did not follow out of his jungle.14:24 - Someone drops a stack of papers onto your desk. You will have to read this by tomorrow.14:28 - Since you can't do anything else, you figure you might as well get started on the delivered papers. You know that with almost certainty, they will not contain anything useful.16:17 - You're done with most of the reading. You skipped some things, but they didn't look too interesting.16:30 - You're colleague is back, apparently he had a very long lunch, as you haven't seen him since the meeting in the morning. He tells you a joke about a gorrila and four female giraffes. You again don't get the joke, but as your colleage begins laughing, you chortle in fake amusement as to not feel left out.16:40 - IT calls your desk and tells you that the guy who can set up the passwords (someone known as the Keeper of Keys) has gone home because he felt sick after eating 34 slices of pizza. They promise you will have a new password ready to go by tomorrow morning. You think they are lying again.16:52 - You amuse yourself with some mathematical puzzles that involve the Zeta function.17:22 - Your colleague bids you a good night, as he has a particulary hot date lined up... or so he tells you. You're disinclined to believe him.17:45 - The trader from this morning wants to know whether you fixed the model. You explain about the password situation and the Keeper of Keys. The trader scalds you with a gaze that could wither men less strong than you.17:54 - Since you feel like you can't do anything immediately productive, you are torn between going home or staying at the office and looking busy.18:04 - You decide to go home.18:17 - As you go into the parking garage to pick up your car you notice that someone has broken your left mirror. You think you'll be able to fix it with some duct tape and collect the pieces from the floor.

From this Quant's one day, he was not very busy although maybe very frustrating. He only thought about the problem (not thinking hard) and suddenly found the solution and then continued to read several junk papers. The total effective work time was less than 2 hours.What's more, his colleague, another quant, lives a very leisureful and happy life for the day. He even has a date lined up. The conclusion is that the daily life of a Quant is not that bad.

Can someone post a link to the website that this came from?Thanks,ab1

Wallstreet didn't write this. The infamous FDAXHunter did. Cut & paste job.