"I'm a Tribbiani! Tribbianis Quit!"
If Joey can, so can I.
Quit, that is.
And start living days (numbered, of course!) of endless coffee breaks and evening movie shows, all of which have been stolen pleasures in the past 3 years of my work life.
And so it has turned out in the past few days. I'm getting my 30....no, wait...15 seconds of fame with the proletariat going "Ooh, she actually quit! we had almost got her mixed up with the furniture!" Then follows the steady stream (modest, i admit) of people calling up to find out how where what and when it all happened.
Speculation is rife (or so i think!) on who my future employer might be. To all those active speculators, my only piece of advice would be to closely follow the earnings guidance and the expected Y-o-Y growth for FY 2007 of companies in the financial services industry. At the risk of facilitating insider trading, I might add that when you spot a sudden spurt in the trend line, you are on the right track.
Ok, back from 35000 ft to ground level.
The transition days are on. These days the first call I get in the morning is not from a client wanting to negotiate bond rates but my colleagues waiting for me in the coffee shop for the morning dose of gossip! Needless to say, the caffeine and tanin levels in my system are hitting all time highs thanks to an average of 5 coffee breaks in a day. The social activities of the page 3 crowd and the movies expected to hit theatres in the near future recieve their unfair share of analysis. Obscure websites and news portals are being browsed.
The least of my expectations was that my career moves would be written about. And well, quite predictably, they were not!
So, here I am, correcting the lapse, thrusting some greatness upon myself and writing about it. After all, this is a first for me. The very moment when I approached my boss and uttered the words "I would like to move on" (euphemisms to the rescue!) seemed like an out-of-body experience! Okay, maybe I'm making too much of this. Don't people quit jobs all the time? But that does'nt make changing jobs, bosses, coffee gang, lunch conversation any less of an event for me. I will miss the familiar faces, reading the paper in the break-out area, the fruit lunch, even the familiar phone numbers.
Only to gain a fresh set of familiarities. After all, its just a job!
Quit, that is.
And start living days (numbered, of course!) of endless coffee breaks and evening movie shows, all of which have been stolen pleasures in the past 3 years of my work life.
And so it has turned out in the past few days. I'm getting my 30....no, wait...15 seconds of fame with the proletariat going "Ooh, she actually quit! we had almost got her mixed up with the furniture!" Then follows the steady stream (modest, i admit) of people calling up to find out how where what and when it all happened.
Speculation is rife (or so i think!) on who my future employer might be. To all those active speculators, my only piece of advice would be to closely follow the earnings guidance and the expected Y-o-Y growth for FY 2007 of companies in the financial services industry. At the risk of facilitating insider trading, I might add that when you spot a sudden spurt in the trend line, you are on the right track.
Ok, back from 35000 ft to ground level.
The transition days are on. These days the first call I get in the morning is not from a client wanting to negotiate bond rates but my colleagues waiting for me in the coffee shop for the morning dose of gossip! Needless to say, the caffeine and tanin levels in my system are hitting all time highs thanks to an average of 5 coffee breaks in a day. The social activities of the page 3 crowd and the movies expected to hit theatres in the near future recieve their unfair share of analysis. Obscure websites and news portals are being browsed.
The least of my expectations was that my career moves would be written about. And well, quite predictably, they were not!
So, here I am, correcting the lapse, thrusting some greatness upon myself and writing about it. After all, this is a first for me. The very moment when I approached my boss and uttered the words "I would like to move on" (euphemisms to the rescue!) seemed like an out-of-body experience! Okay, maybe I'm making too much of this. Don't people quit jobs all the time? But that does'nt make changing jobs, bosses, coffee gang, lunch conversation any less of an event for me. I will miss the familiar faces, reading the paper in the break-out area, the fruit lunch, even the familiar phone numbers.
Only to gain a fresh set of familiarities. After all, its just a job!
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