This post will be more personal than most. Some of you know that I spent two decades working for the International Monetary Fund (IMF) in Washington DC. I want to talk a bit about my experience there and why I left. I joined the IMF in 1998, fresh out of graduate school. I had just gotten my Ph.D. in economics from Columbia University and was delighted to have received a job offer. I wasn’t too keen on the academic path, and I really wanted to work in the policy space. The IMF seemed like an ideal job.
We met in 2004. I fully ressonate with what you wrote.