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"See I can sew ok!"

Nothing much to blog about this week because it's all about work, sleep, work.. I think I am slowly morphing into a workaholic.  Not by choice unfortunately.  I am beginning to feel how it really is working in an investment bank... even though the crisis is over and big corporate finance deals are coming in, banks are still having hiring freeze and it is so difficult trying to get approval even for one headcount.  So you can imagine with more work and limited resources, and people trying to keep their jobs safe by going all out to prove themselves...  not to mention regulators are clamping down hard on banks with al the rules and what-nots, we all are needed to come up with solutions and ways to be compliant to please the regulators.  With no choice I am pulled into this wave of non-stop buzz and competitiveness day in day out.  Which by they way if you are doing something related to regulations in the banking industry these days, you have an iron rice bowl, no doubt about it.

I don't mean to paint a bleak picture here - don't get me wrong - my team is nice and I still feel so blessed to be doing what I am doing.  For the first time in the firm, I feel like I am contributing and making a difference.  The day I realised I might be a workaholic was the day when I sat at my desk wondering "eh why is it so quiet today...?" and I actually felt weird that I am not furiously typing on my keyboard replying to tons of emails or answering calls or listening to my voicemails... and sitting at my desk with nothing to do for 10, 15 mins just made me feel GUILTY!  oh my gosh...

Anyway what I just shared has nothing to do with the title of this post.

K is gonna cringe but the other day I was saying that I noticed his socks had two small (but visible) holes in it.  And he commented "wah last time dutiful wives would lovingly sew up the holes for their husbands... how times have changed..."  Being the typical Singaporean I went "please.. got holes buy new ones already.  Still sew?! You sew and show me first..."  To which he accepted my challenge and asked me for my sewing kit.

How do I figure this out?

delicately threading the needle

Check: no more hole?

"I did it - I can sew ok!"

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