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Your Dream Gig: Now Within Reach

Back in the day, as in 2007, Wall Street compensated its employees in a way that made them feel loved. In a way that made them feel special. In a way that made the long hours, the constant stress, the soaring highs and the crashing lows, the verbal and sometimes physical abuse bearable. Now, obviously, not so much. Combine that with suffocating regulation and you've got a bunch of financial services hacks who are saying "I want out." Some, like the Goldman partners who've already made enough money to not have to work again, are simply retiring. Others are waiting to get fired. Yet other are seeking out the warm embrace of hedge funds. A lesser number, though, are using the shift as an opportunity to finally leap for that dream, be it baking cupcakes or slapping bare asses with branches. But about your dream? You know the one. The one you've never shared with a soul. The one that's always in the back of your head. The one that keeps you up at night. The has you giving the side-eye to the dog-walkers you see your neighborhood-- because it's not fair. YOU should be the one wrangling the packs of pups, masterfully juggling dozens of leashes at a time that you'd never let get knotted.  Unfortunately, because this is the world we live in, no one would ever give you a chance. Something about being overqualified for the job, they said, looking you up and down in your dress pants and blue button-down, smirking, thinking "Like this guy can command the respect of a bunch of bitches." Plus, you had a lifestyle to maintain and the golden handcuffs were still a serious draw. Now though, you've been unshackled. And you know all those little plastic bags you've been subconsciously saving under the sink for years, waiting for your moment to come? It's here now.
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Back in the day, as in 2007, Wall Street compensated its employees in a way that made them feel loved. In a way that made them feel special. In a way that made the long hours, the constant stress, the soaring highs and the crashing lows, the verbal and sometimes physical abuse bearable. Now, obviously, not so much. Combine that with suffocating regulation and you've got a bunch of financial services hacks who are saying "I want out." Some, like the Goldman partners who've already made enough money to not have to work again, are simply retiring. Others are waiting to get fired. Yet others are seeking out the warm embrace of hedge funds. A lesser number, however, are using the shift as an opportunity to finally leap for that dream, be it baking cupcakes or slapping bare asses with branches. But what about your dream?

You know the one. The one you've never shared with a soul. The one that's always in the back of your head. The one that keeps you up at night. The has you giving the side-eye to the dog-walkers you see your neighborhood-- because it's not fair. YOU should be the one wrangling the packs of pups, masterfully juggling dozens of leashes at a time that you'd never let get knotted. Unfortunately, because this is the world we live in, no one would ever give you a chance. Something about being overqualified for the job, they said, looking you up and down in your dress pants and blue button-down, smirking, thinking "Like this guy can command the respect of a bunch of bitches. A single Bichon Frisé would make mincemeat out of him."

Plus, you had a lifestyle to maintain and the golden handcuffs were still a serious draw. Now though, you've been unshackled. And you know all those little plastic bags you've been subconsciously saving under the sink for years, waiting for your moment to come? It's arrived.

What are you waiting for?

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Roberta "RC" Saint Amour is a Bear Stearns alum, winner of the 112th Wellesley College "Hoop Rolling" Competition, member of the first inaugural Ladies of Investor Relations list, and a girl with a dream. That dream? Winning the new season of Survivor: The Phillipines. Starting tomorrow, viewers can watch her go head to head with former San Francisco Giants second baseman Jeff Kent and the actress who played Blair on Facts of Life and while RC believes her time on Wall Street has prepared her well ("If I know how to play with the big boys of Wall Street, I can certainly play with the little boys in the Survivor sandbox,"she says), the $1 million prize is not necessarily in the bag. And on the off chance she doesn't emerge victorious, she'll be looking to one of you for gainful employment, as the management at Landmark Ventures was apparently not interested in coming along for the ride. Newsday: You worked for Landmark Ventures before "Survivor" taped. What's the status there? RCSA: They replaced me while I was gone, and I came back to no job, which was a little devastating -- that's the hardest part you go through with this wonderful experience: The sacrifices you make in order to have your dream come true. It's tough sometimes, but I try not to think about it. Cold and, also, yet another instance in which we can say "Jimmy Cayne would've not only held her job open but watched every episode, with a wheelbarrow of Funyons and a childlike sense of wonderment that can only come with burning through his weekly supply of 90210 Kush in one sitting." LI's R.C. Saint-Amour dives into 'Survivor' [Newsday] Survivor: RC [CBS] Roberta Saint-Amour [LinkedIn] Related: Hedge Funds’ Hottest Assets: The Ladies of Investor Relations [NYM]