M Paquette
Moderator Emeritus
Merrill antics:
There was a really good one in BusinessWeek this week, regarding brokers, their client lists, and competition:
True story: A team of Wall Street brokers, about to defect with their billions in client assets to a higher-paying Swiss rival, broke the news to their boss. Apoplectic, he gave them an hour to clean out their desks, hand in their ID cards, and leave the building with a security escort. Twenty minutes later, suddenly magnanimous, he congratulated them and insisted they all go out to lunch. Life's too short, right?
At a table in the subterranean Champagne cave of a luxe steakhouse, they shared stories over $140 bottles of shiraz. And more shiraz. Hours passed before a team member realized his cell phone wasn't getting a signal; then another noticed his wasn't, either.
They all wobbled outside to check their voice mails, now stuffed with messages from clients weighing counteroffers from the group's former overlords. Frankly, they were having a hard time refusing.
Revenge of the Stockbroker
I'm not sure I'd want to have anything to do with these brokers or their former overlords. I'll just stick with my mess-O-index funds and Boglehead approach.