And Then the Roof Caved In

Epilogue

 

 

 

The sun comes up. The kids wake up. And another day begins. I drive the 10 miles to CNBC headquarters and start my workday. Each morning, I do many of the same things I’ve been doing at CNBC for the past 16 years. I get in a bit later than I should. I make some calls to see what’s going on and what situations might provide me an opportunity to do some additional reporting so I can share valuable insights with our viewers. I run down to the makeup room and allot them the three minutes until airtime to make me look presentable (it gets tougher with each passing year). I sit on the set for my show and proceed to make more phone calls and converse with my producer about whatever it is I’ve decided to talk about for my first appearance of the morning. And then I start to speak.

I might be reporting on the latest doings with a potential acquisition or I might be sharing some news on the state of our nation’s banks or hedge funds or private equity firms. It is what I get paid to do and I still enjoy doing it. But somehow it doesn’t feel quite right.While I might be reporting on the same type of events that have been taking place for years and the people responsible for creating those events have likewise been doing so for years, we are no longer doing it in the financial world that we grew up with. That world ended in September 2008 and we’ve been dealing with the consequences ever since.

On some occasions, I find myself suppressing a desire to stop my report and get up and ...