I stopped in Bangkok for a few days on my way back to Phuket. The Atlanta was booked so I scoured the internet for cheap digs and found a funky happy hostel in the heart of Bangkok.[bxA]
I’d returned to Bangkok for an art exhibit that opened in January (and I had hopes of reconnecting with a stranger at the Atlanta regarding music composed by the King, but that’s another story…)
But first I needed some farang stuff from the malls so I started in Siam Square…
Then onto the National Gallery…
The artist says ‘the empty holes [in the chests] represent voraciousness, greed and man’s insatiable desire for more.’
Speaking of …the end of January always conjures up all kinds of existential madness in banker world as performance reviews and force rankings are cemented and the only thing left to learn is…drum roll please….February bonuses.
After a year away from it all, I was surprised and thoroughly delighted by the swarm of emails I got from banker friends right about the time I landed in Bangkok. I’m amazed by how genuinely supportive everyone has been of me and my potentially reckless decision to just say Phuket. I stumble across people who try to spew that cliché on me about bankers and corporate workers being slaves to the grind, wanting nothing but the money etc…but that’s, well, in Texas speak, total bullshit. People for the most part are inherently good and everything in life is a trade off…but I’ll save my rant in defense of the cliché because it’s not worth it. Suffice it to say, my corporate friends rock.
To all of you who reached out these past few weeks, all I can offer is that careers are like relationships…they work for you until they don’t anymore. Some people find one that works for them forever, the rest of us struggle with the daily deliberations of thinking it’s still kinda working and maybe if I tweak it I can make it as good as it used to be…or maybe I’d be better off moving on. Then it is not a question of whether to make a break for it, but when. And no one can answer that question for you.
Still, I love fielding all the questions so keep’em coming. It helps me to remember what it was like to be there, in the cubicle staring out at Canary Wharf, thinking it couldn’t be done.