Am at home, because I have a web conference to attend at 10am, which cannot be accessed from my workstation. Sometimes I feel technology conspires to backfire, particularly the more advanced it gets.
Just updated my Places page with Yardbird. Apart from the good food (try the quail and chicken neck yakitori) and amazing atmosphere, I love the name. Then again, I do love birds in general, so much so that I went to get (more than) a couple inked on my body.
It’s midweek.. A thinks I’m emo because I hate my job.
“Did you ever think you would be a research analyst?”, he asked.
“You mean like when I was young?”
“No, hardly. I didn’t even think I would be working in finance.” (After a few moments of thought.) “But I don’t hate what I do. I love writing, and this is the world’s best paying writing job, except unless maybe I were the editor of Tatler or NYT.”
“I don’t even think editors make that much.”
“You think? Well yeah, I like the money.”
“I guess you got real.”
If you ask me, what really eats at me, is being unable to communicate at my best potential. It eats at me that I have so much to say in English, but because I cover Chinese corporates, in a Chinese working environment, with Chinese colleagues and Chinese clients, I have to speak Chinese, in which I can only convey 5% of what I normally would like to say.
And those who know me, you know I like to talk, a lot.