the prologue of my professional life
(written offline sometime between lunch hour and back-to-work-time)
there's nothing like being left on your own in a fishtank to finally free your thoughts. by fishtank, i mean that i'm in a glass room in a client's building, where i'm supposed to scrutinise (through various reports and stacks of documents) the inadequacies of a reputable organisation.
but in a room like this, i can't help but feel that i am being observed as well... not that there is any mistrust, but i suppose people are curious as to why i'm here.
it's been close to a year that i've been living my life as a corporate professional. winging it most of the time with snatches of freshly gleamed information and about as much confidence as a RM50 tie and GBP35,000 education can give, i've been brainstorming with senior professionals, telling organisations how to operate and perform better, growing a freshly acquired caffeine adiction and contributing as part of a machinery of checks and balances within the financial services system.
how've i been doing? apparently i've met expectations and exceeded some too. some work that my team and i recently put together was recently appraised by a partner in a middle eastern practice who mentioned that no one in the whole of the gulf could come up with more impressive material. i took this as a fairly good compliment, the track record of middle eastern consultants not-withstanding.
and so it is, that my efforts in juggling various side projects, social life and family commitments, not to mention waking up every morning to face rush hour traffic is well worth it. i really am in a good mood most mornings as i catch snippets of the morning radio show and marvel at the buildings that adorn the city i work in.
year one down, now what's next?