When I first hit the trading floor of a New York investment bank in my early twenties, I arrived in a crummy suit and my only fake silk tie. I was naive, scared, and a little rough around the edges. Having just retired from a super short professional hockey career, I fully expected to find myself surrounded by briefcase-toting bankers with manicured ha…
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