photo by James Cridland
No, seriously. I mean, seriously!
So what exactly is an IFA?
IFA stands for independent financial adviser, feel free to read up on it here. Financial planning, asset management, investment, all that Jazz.
I’ve been approached numerous times by the insurance industry urging me to join their ranks. While I’m flattered by their confidence in my ability to peddle policies, I know better. I’ve never been too keen on being a salesman and I know I’m bound for greater things.
No, I’m not a stock broker, nor do I work for a bank. Clearly I do not sell insurance.
So what’s the difference with the IFA field? Isn’t it basically glorified sales anyways?
photo by Mykl Roventine
So, it’s funny that my last post was about being productive. With that said, I’ve been putting off writing this post about my new adventure into a new career for quite a few weeks now. Mostly I was still coming to terms with this reality not really sure I was going through with it, but also, I want to figure out how exactly to explain the reasons behind such a drastic change.
Those of you who’ve been following my other blog in Chinese might know that I’ve been in quite a melodramatic mood as of late. This is partly to do with the state of my current relationship, which is tumultuous to say the least. But it’s also because of the uncertain state of my work situation as I’ve mentioned. Panhandling at the entire world seemed like a good idea at the time when I had no real prospects of making money.
Things have changed.
photo by Refracted Moments™
Money. Who needs it? I do. You do. So does everyone else.
When you have none, you fantasize about having a ton.
When you have lots, you fantasize about having more.
The truth is, I know I have plenty of knowledge and special skills that are useful to others. I’m willing and ready to work for my financial stability.
My days of being wild are over and it’s time for me to get a real J.O.B..
Here’s my reasoning for why that’s a shame:
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been fat. In Hong Kong, that’s just not acceptable. Or at least that’s the message the local media is trying to hit us over the head with, over and over again. Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from a beach whale and no where near morbidly obese, but still, the pressure is on to be thin and beautiful. And to a lot of brainwashed, naive locals, thin IS beautiful. That’s why the weight loss business is such a runaway hit in this superficial wasteland known as Hong Kong.
My phone is ringing… I do not recognize the number… Who could be calling?