I recently experienced the shuddering orgams related to receiving interview calls from large investment banks. I suddenly feel like a prostitute who enjoys her job. I hereby call on my readers to do two small favours for me:
1. Wish upon you're star of choice that I make it through the forthcoming rounds of skull-buggery that the elder I-bahechods will put me through.
2. Resist the urge to apply for these positions themselves. I have heard that kopitiam aunties are a rapidly declining workforce, they need all the help they can get. Do you're bit for Singapore culture. If thy tastes run a little high-brow, I've been hearing that Journalism and Fashion Design are truly fascinating career options.
I'm finally becoming a Good Tamil Boy. Bring on the curd rice.
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May i ask u which investment bank u r referring 2 ? u might just be working with me!!!
Credit Suisse and UBS.
oh cool...did those banks come to SMU ?
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