material girl

right. i've crossed my first month at DBS Deposits, Investment, Insurance Strategy Department.. otherwise known as the dii-strat dept
so far, i've

~attended a few meetings. was transfixed while i watched high-powered dynamic individuals brainstorm across the conference table. The seemingly benign aunties and uncles suddenly become all fired up and authoritative.

~read over at least 70 market reports, some of which are over 60 pages long. i can tell you about various companies' houseviews, their takes on the bond and stock market, if only i weren't bound by the banking act which basically says no dissemination of information whatsoever outside of the bank.

~probably given my colleagues the impression that i have a bladder the size of a peanut because everytime i'm sleepy at the office (which is very often, read: early morning, after lunch, and at 4pm), i take a walk to the washroom to wake myself up. so these trips are not counting the times when i really do need to pee.

~one such colleague should at least be convinced of the above statement. everytime i leave the washroom, i see him at the lift lobby. so he definitely has seen how many trips i've made to the washroom. i vow to one day, before i leave dbs, to walk up to him and say in mock horror "What? you AGAIN????"

~learnt how to vary my typing skills. tapping away at the keyboard at a quick speed with added pressure on the sticky keys "r", "e", "t" and "c"

~developed bruises on my little toes for wearing office shoes which are not good for walking long distances, and then running across streets in them.

~learnt to distinguish my boss' voice from the rest of my colleagues so that when i hear him coming, i can pretend to be all busy and professional

~can recognise strange business jargon. 'short' in the business world doesn't mean diminished in height and 'underweight' doesn't refer to one who's malnourished. and bulls are more aggressive than bears.

i have one month left. and then i'm hoping to see sarah and glen in thailand.
whee