I sometimes feel so frivolous, to be consumed by the small things in life that somehow manage to clutter up my sight. And in the process, looming larger than life. What is this problem, really, when you think about the city ruins, the looters, the rubble and the aid workers' agony that is Haiti? This pigeon hole is so small, it's stifling.
In other news, I read in one of my favourite blogs today about blogging. She said that the problem with a blog is that you can only write about the small stuff, those that affect your life in a relatively insignificant way. The big stuff, you must leave out, because of professional ethics and general conduct of propriety (yes, she's a lawyer too). That pretty much aptly sums up the problem I face. I do write about the bigger stuff - otherwise defined as stuff that affects me in a relatively rather significant way, but I can only do so in cryptic terms. Such is the problem with privacy or lack thereof, or that which you give up in being a professional member of a society deemed too honourable to be found otherwise.
In other other news, being on secondment to an investment bank brings a fresh perspective: They pay twice what I earn! Materialistic observations aside, it is refreshing to realise that the law isn't all that matters. Lawyers are but a cost centre in a bank - i.e. you spend money (think salary, appointing external counsel for advice because you can't, and don't, know everything). Unlike a law firm, where you are the money making machine. Here, you realise the world does not revolve around you. You must know even if you don't know. You find out, somehow. These are things I always knew but to see it unfold everyday is a different matter altogether.
Darn, I am going to get found out.
xx
claire
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