After a cursory glance at the picture of about ten men and women, all distinguished in their suits, I do my routine of checking out the names.
My eyes widened.
This time, I make deliberate look at the picture.
He looks older, I thought. Well, that was several years back so...Now he is a CFA….
He was one of the countless financial analysts I worked with. Worked with him for quite a while…
Analysts and bankers. Never was a day complete without having a meeting, an email or a phone call from at least one of them.
I remember the times when I would get a phone call from an analyst or an account manager urgently requesting for some information at the exact same time when my boss is breathing down my neck for some reports he needs for a board meeting. I shudder at the stressful thought.
But I remember CFA guy, with his mild manners and gentle voice and ..uh well, let us just say, he can bother me anytime. An irate boss preparing for a meeting, notwithstanding (lol). Just kidding.
I remember getting the third degree from my boss, DAM, for having a meeting with Mr cute-analyst-now-CFA in my work area.
“Those visitor’s chairs are not for outsiders. We have a conference room where you could hold meetings. Your work area has a lot of confidential information.”
Words to that effect. I apologized for the lack of judgement. I couldn’t possibly tell him I have this huge crush on this particular analyst to explain the oversight. Knowing DAM, he will call this guy and set up whatever meeting with him just to make sure he comes over on a regular basis. I will die of embarrassment.
I googled his name on the web. An idea I got from a blogger. Hmm.. He co-authored some research work on the Philippine economy. Although I have dipped my fingers into a slightly similar work, the topic still overwhelms me. I close my browser.
I wonder where he works now. Surely he is just here in Makati... I wonder if.....Maybe…
Nah.. Forget it.
Ohhh why my parents raised me this way I will never know. (LOL)
Ohhkay, fine. They raised me well.
Too well.. :D
As Michael Buble and Nelly Furtado's cover of Humperdinck's Quando quando quando fades. I close my itunes, turn off my PC and head for home.
Tell me when will you be mine? Tell me quando quando quando...?
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