A long while ago, when I was on the first date with the Senor, I was admittedly quite tipsy as I had been in my boss' BBQ gathering for the whole day earlier. His wife was an excellent and charming host who kept pouring us more and more wine throughout the day. By the night time, I did not remember how many bottles it has been. I recalled not much of that night apart from crashing my bed right after the dinner, and of him asking a question.
"What do you ultimately want in life?"
As some of you may have noticed, and many of whom emailed me asking if I was alright (thank you!), I have gone missing for almost a year. Below is a quick Q&A on what I have been up to lately. I hope to be back soon in the future with another post, stay tuned :)
“I don’t have enough time”, said I to the Señor when he asked why I didn’t exercise daily.
“Everyday I work until really late, average out 12-14 hours a day. Subtracting sleep time, I only have about 3 hours for myself every day”. I continued. “There are many things I wish to do with those three hours. I want to write, read and also spare some time to take care of myself.”
Growing up, I said "Yes" to everything that comes my way. Every opportunity, every offer, every introduction, every meeting, every invitation, every event, every employment, every phone call, every book, every school of thoughts, every request. This approach has taken me far. My life exposure, LinkedIn work profile as well as my liberality to the diversity of ideas to has significantly increased as a result.
Over two years ago, I said farewell to LSE and embarked on the journey of a working adult. Immersing myself in excitement and the partial relief that the formal education was finally over, I looked forward to a life engineered under my total control. "Here comes complete freedom", I thought to myself.
It was 4:32 am on Friday 24-June-2016 when Southampton has just declared for Leave. Although there were a few more counties to go, the result had now been apparent. The Prime Minister looked out through the bright glass window from his office, only to find the street behind 10 Downing Street busier than usual. Unlike an average day where only some joggers were in sight, the street was rather occupied with people and vehicles rushing toward the City of London for a work day that many would remember vividly.
I turned 23 on May 31st, so this post conclude the May Special series when I post weekly. I most likely will return to the monthly post schedule as previously.
The following list is in no particular order:
"Why did you choose what you do?" asked the Monsieur. I was surfing on my computer while he was folding his work shirts and cleaned his wardrobe.
I looked at him. "You meant why I chose which job to apply for when I had no clue?"
"Yeah. It's not like you want to be a banker since you were a toddler. The real reason?"
Last month, I purchased a Netflix subscription. I then certainly did what everyone else presumably did when they first had their Netflix account: Starting to watch “House of Cards”. In compensations for my late-night hours finishing all 5 seasons in one week, the show and the notion of power that it portrays has significantly inspired me.
It was in the middle of a busy afternoon last November when I had back-to-back calls on a live transaction. I just hang up on a colleague while my dial-board ring of an internal number from Paris.
“It’s Mai speaking. May I ask who’s calling?” I picked up the call while quickly jotted down the number on the dealer board, in case the call dropped and I needed to call the person back.
“It’s your business unit manager”, said she. “How are you?”
I signed up for Tinder in Jan-2015 and actually met the Monsieur through Tinder. Like many other tools, how useful the platform is depending on how we use it. My experience on Tinder has been really positive. I have met people I won't have otherwise meet my daily life in finance: for example, actor, movie director, theatre performer, architect, soldier, entrepreneur and for the Monsieur, a ship broker.
Six years ago in 2010, a guide published by UBS on how their bankers should dress took the internet by storm. Taken by the public outrage, UBS took it down shortly after. Despite being heavily criticised as it was, as a clueless undergraduates back then, I found this guide tremendously helpful...
I remembered the years of the 1990s when I grew up in a small village in Vietnam. In those years, one of our childhood’s trophies were Coca-cola - the soft drink. Soft drink was considered a “treat” to kids, reserved only for special occasions such as weddings, family gatherings or new year celebrations.