PIMCO still radiates Gross’s workaholic culture. On a recent visit to PIMCO’s headquarters, the trading floor was graveyard quiet. People who have worked for PIMCO say Gross prefers traders to swap electronic messages rather than speak – believing too much talk is a distraction. It’s not uncommon for PIMCO traders and portfolio managers, who start work at 4 a.m. Pacific time, to find a sheet of paper with their bond holdings circled by Gross himself, asking them to justify their trades. Gross’s temper has been known to flare at work, where he has slammed desk drawers in anger. He discourages employees from socializing and speaking with competitors, and once fumed at an employee for attending an industry conference: “I don’t want you to attend the conference, I want you to be a speaker at the conference.” [Reuters]
And To The Employee He Saw Wearing A Name Tag, Exchanging Business Cards, And Sipping The Free Bottled Water Like Some Kind Of Common Noob: Your Days Are NumberedBy Bess Levin
Last week, Deutsche Bank held a party for a few hundred clients at a resort in England. The event was catered by celebrity chef Heston Blumenthal, who created “hundreds of gin and tonic meringues, cooked in front of guests in liquid nitrogen,” included spa treatments and unlimited rounds of golf and was deemed an “exquisite experience” for all attendees. Having said that, there were some behind the scenes issues when it came to the evening’s entertainment, the mistakes of which any firm planning a conference/weekend/what have you in the future should take note. Initially, Deutsche Bank, for some reason, had hoped to wow clients with a performance by the Black Eyed Peas. Unfortunately, the Germans were apparently unaware of the fact that this supergroup of artistic purists believe they’re in a position to play hard ball.
Organisers had initially contacted one of the world’s biggest bands, The Black Eyed Peas, asking them to perform instead. ‘They had offered even more money to The Black Eyed Peas to appear,’ a source revealed. ‘Unfortunately the group’s management said they refused to perform live for the bankers, even for that kind of money, and would only lip-sync to their hits.
While the Peas undoubtedly do believe they’re too good to strain their vocal chords and memorize lines for a group of financial services employees, what was clearly lost in translation was that the band has a tiering system and that this is how they negotiate. Deutsche was supposed to come back to the table and offer more, at which time Fergie would have explained to them that the bronze level (£1,000,0000) gets you a methed out Fergie (you supply the meth) plus 10 minutes of lip-syching, silver (£5,000,0000) gets you 30 minutes of lip-syching and attitude and gold gets (£10,000,0000) you an actual live performance. DB organizers did not know this, though, and simply told the Peas to piss off, as they could do better. Potential nip-slip better. Read more »