You can take my Blackberry, but not my soul !

The huge irony of the last few days ; a market saturated with bankers. I got let go of my job yesterday, in line with 8000 peers let go by Citigroup.

On with the show ! And anyway, I have another blackberry somewhere in my closet. For all those disillusioned bankers, accountants and financiers out there, this one is for you. We all have the classic shock-anger-self loathing-passivity-depression cycle, and mine just finished this morning. But as usual, I am baaaaaaaack.

I can understand how I should be feeling bad about all of this, but I nurture the fact that I was only there 6 weeks and in that time, I didn't suck at my job. They just couldn't fit my qualifications into their degree program. Plus a mismatch of my strengths and their expectations and there was just one way to go really. Oh and they had other people in the department looking for work and reading last weeks papers. I see it as a collection of red tape, the brutal long process of getting a work permit, the uncertain M&A activity forecast and learning on the job mishaps.

I know the naysayers will abound, but fact is, I was questioning my intentions for going into the corporate machine. Gwen, I say to myself, wouldn't you be happier in something more fast paced? I did enjoy the coffee dispenser, endless stationary and the cool city view. But the niggling doubt that I looked like a fish out of water negated it.

So who knows, I have one interview next week and an open position in a film production company. So its all good. It could be for the better or the worse, but hey, life is too short to consider yourself a failure.

Worse case scenario : I become a comedianne whose favorite rant is sticking it up to the man. I have tonnes of material.

Now I shall embark on my theory that you can be a celebrity with one cool website, narcissistic photographs, a magazine interview and one hot pair of shoes.