Beginnings, Broken Hearts, and Wimbledon - Eric Peters
Buckingham. Piccadilly.
Westminster. Names in this city. Names of places, buildings in London that
conjure up images of greatness, of heritage. This is where we, the GLS class of
2017, now live, in the Bloomsbury District, in the old world.
Entering into our third
week of our stay here in Britain, I, Eric Peters (Economics and Philosophy),
find myself finally coming to grips with my present reality. London is a
masterpiece, containing frescoes of steel and mortar. We live a dream. A
blessing.
As we settle in more, we
all are beginning to find our own rhythms of life. Personally, between classes
I have found a local Italian cafe and frequent it daily for much needed
introspection, rest, and green tea. London is a very good setting for things
like that. I like that.
However, despite the
constant clouds and threat of rain, London is an exciting place, full of
adventures and possibilities. For me, I have made journeys to a number of
places in my short time here: Cambridge University, The Imperial War Museum,
British National Museum, Dunnhumby Analytics, St. Paul's Cathedral, and
Wimbledon. Of all of these places I have ventured so far, I believe that my
trip to find glory at Wimbledon has definitely been my favorite so far. It all
started out so innocently...
So, the previous day, while
in my quiet time in the cafe, the grand idea came to me that while in London, I
have access to some of the world's premier investment banks, like Goldman Sachs
and UBS. Actually being able to visit these prestigious employers seemed too
good of an idea to pass up, so I set myself on visiting the Goldman Sachs
International location on Fleet Street. I decided that the next day I would go
to Goldman Sachs and see Wimbledon.
So, Friday, as I walked
up to what I assumed was Goldman, I rehearsed my script... I had no script. I
did not have a resume. I had nothing to distinguish myself. However, I did have
a well-pressed shirt on and undeniable amounts of charm. That was sure to be
enough right?
Goldman Sachs International: The Evil Empire
I soon found myself in
front of a massive unmarked building, which seemed to be the address Google had
given me for Goldman. They had doors, more accurately gates, all barred and
closed off to the outside world. As I pondered how to infiltrate the corporate
giant before me, I became aware of an unassuming set of revolving doors to my
right. Looked good enough. I strolled over and noticed a squatty, middle-aged
Italian man standing close to the door, almost like a guard... He was a guard.
Fantastic. I can get by him, how hard can it be? The following is a transcript
of our dialogue:
Squatty, Unassumingly
Intimidating Guard: Are you looking for something?
Me: Yes! Goldman Sachs!
Squatty, Unassumingly
Intimidating Guard: ...... What are you looking for?
Me:
.................................. Goldman Sachs.
Squatty, Unassumingly
Intimidating Guard: Well, we own this whole city block. What are you looking
for?
Me: Oh, um, well, I, um,
am looking for the front desk.
Squatty, Unassumingly
Intimidating Guard: Do you have an appointment?
Me: .............................................................................................
ah, about that....... Not exactly. Ok, look here, working for Goldman Sachs has
always been my dream. I am studying abroad here and I am from the states. I
just want to be able to talk to someone about what you all do and learn more
about investment banking..... (cheesy smile)
Squatty, Unassumingly
Intimidating Guard: ......... Well, that's what the website is for.
Me:.............................ah..............
yes. So, um, can I come in?
Squatty, Unassumingly
Intimidating Guard: No.
And that was it. No
Goldman Sachs. No job. No talking to receptionist. Nothing. I didn’t even make
it in the front doors. Yeah, my heart broke right there on the horribly grey
sidewalks of Fleet Street. Dreams - shattered. Life value- questioned. Ok, that
might be a little far, but it was disheartening. So, what better way to combat
sadness? Go find the home of champions, Wimbledon, and revitalize yourself by
experiencing a hundred years of tennis excellence.
So, I did just that,
riding the tube all the way out to the tube station labeled Wimbledon on the
map. I naively assumed that if tube said "Wimbledon," the tennis
center must be right there. Wrong. So wrong. Wimbledon is a neighborhood. The
tennis Mecca - nowhere in sight. Splendid. I did not plan this out well. I was
hopelessly unaware and slightly lost. So, I started asking around in businesses
if they knew how to get there. The first three employees I asked told me they
had never been and had no idea how to get there. Ok. Sure. Of course you haven't.
It is not like there isn’t a globally televised sporting event hosted here
every year. The fourth business finally contained someone who had heard of my
famous destination. They pointed out a sign on the street behind me which
stated "Wimbledon Tennis Center - 28 Minutes Walking." Well. I had
already made it this far out here. I was going to see some tennis today. So, I
ran, in full business casual clothes, impatient and ready to see tennis, for 20
minutes before finding a bus to take me the rest of the way. I was nice
and sweaty. J
Two hours after leaving
the study centre, I made it to Wimbledon. I did it. Goldman may have brushed me
off, but Centre Court did not. What a stunning sight. Federer, Nadal, Murray. All
of the greats have played here. Wow.
Panorama of Centre Court.
An hour later, I left
refreshed and energized. Another hour later, I was back at the study centre.
What a day, what a tale. So, there is story of my favorite adventure thus far
across the pond. The lesson learned: If you don't succeed, go explore and get
hopelessly lost. Maybe you'll find something worth remembering. Maybe you’ll
discover something about yourself. Maybe I don't want to work for Goldman.
Maybe that's not me. Maybe I want something more. Hmm. Regardless, those are
questions for another day. Adventure on.
Getting Cultured.