Will a Dead BofA Intern Fix Wall St's Pledge-Class Culture?

There's a game played among young Wall Street analysts, usually late at night after everyone but the janitors have gone home. It goes by various names, but the one I've heard most often is "Misery Poker." The rules are simple: If your workload is worse than your colleagues', you win. So "I'm staffed on two deals, and I haven't left before midnight in a week" might prompt a raise of "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm staffed on threedeals, and I stayed past 2 a.m. six nights out of the last eight."