It didn’t happen suddenly, but yet it seemed to me that bad days were looming upon us (I mean myself and my investment banker husband). I can trace back the origins to almost 2 months back (or was it 3 months) when my i-banker hubby decided to overtake the possession of the remote control during my telly hours.
Me: “It’s 9:00 pm you know.” I wore my best murderous look.
He: “Yeah, I know. But the global markets had a big crash today with Lehman Brother’s going bankrupt.” He said this as a matter-of-factly.
Me:”So, what does that mean. I can’t watch my serials now even at 9 in the night?” It didn’t register on me how will this be a reason for anyone to stop me from seeing my serials. Period
He took a deep breathe, like how school teachers do before they open pages of textbooks to educate a bunch of morons, and said,”These are first signs of an impending economic crisis.”
He went on to explain that this crisis is not to be blamed on a bunch of 25-30 year old junior associates that spend 16 hours a day working on Excel spreadsheets. “The catalysis for our current situation was simply the Federal Government making it too easy for low income families to get home loans they could never possibly afford,” he finished.
“That’s it. That’s what caused the whole trouble?,” I asked incredously.
He shook his head. This was perhaps my first lesson in i-banking. Afterall I was a wife of an i-banker!