Monday, 28th September 2026
PART 1: THE PART-TIME FULL-TIMER / FULL-TIME PART-TIMER
While de-cluttering recently, I came across both my parents' ICs.My mom's has a hole punched in it, whereas dad's remains intact.
Why, you may ask. Well, when mom went back home to the Lord in June 2012, the requirement back then was to officially notify the Registry of Births and Deaths, so my dad and I headed to the nearby police post with her death certificate, and it was the police officer who punched the hole in her IC.
By the time dad went home in July 2025, MOH had been linked up with ICA. His death certificate was electronically generated, and the Registry was automatically updated.
IC is an abbrevation of NRIC (national registration identity card). It is a card issued by the authorities so that one can "identify" himself and is usually required when opening a bank account, or a trading account, or starting a business, etc.
Another form of identification is one's job, profession or station in life.
When meeting up with strangers at a gathering, a question we typically ask one another is, "So what do you do?"
While children identify themselves as "students", we as adults are largely defined by our vocation, and this is especially so for men. Some even cite a biblical basis for this: Adam was a gardener, Jesus Himself was a carpenter, Paul a tentmaker, who even remarked in 2 Thess 3:10 that "he who does not work, neither should he eat."
That was one reason why I set up a sole proprietorship back in July 2022, after having left the corporate world after 31 years. I can tell people that I am "self"-employed rather than "un"-employed, so that I do not need to starve or fast :p
But, seriously though, is our job/profession/vocation our true identity? What happens when we retire? Do we lose our identity as a result? I will answer that question towards the end of this multi-part series of posts, so stay tuned.
As regular readers may be aware, I have been clearing out stuff that has accumulated in my dad's house over the past 48 years (we moved into this place in June 1978). We will be moving into a nearby condo a fifth the size of our current abode.
Besides my parents' ICs, I have also come across name cards that I kept, literally hundreds upon hundreds of them.
They include some of my very own, which I have decided to keep one of each, for posterity sake.
Unlike my wife, who has only worked for just 3 illustrious companies since both of us graduated from NTU in 1991, I had been somewhat of a serial job-hopper, changing employers every few years. In fact, there was only 1 company that I stayed at for more than 10 years (and even then, it was over 2 stints).
Let me take you on a quick walkthrough of my career journey (a la resume, but in a way less formal, light-hearted manner haha)
- Audit (1991 to 1997) : Full-Time Part-timer or Part-time Full-timer?
- Software Consulting (1997 to 2000) : THE CON Job of the Century
- Business Process Outsourcing (2000 to 2004) : The Great Boss (and the Not-so-Great Staff)
- Shared Accounting (2005 to 2008) : From External to Internal
- Finance (2008 to 2019) : The Serial Hopper Finally Stops Hopping
- Listco (2019 to 2020) : The CFO-Designate who Wrapped Sand and Sea
- Business Owner (2022 to present) : The Unemployed Employer
(1) Price Waterhouse (Jan 1991 to Nov 1994): External Auditor
Upon graduation, I joined what was (and still is) considered to be the most prestigious of the Big Four (then "Big 8") audit firms. It subsequently merged with Coopers & Lybrand in 1999 to become PricewaterhouseCoopers.
Back then, PW was the auditor of choice for the bluest of blue-chip listed companies such as C&C, DBS, NOL and SPH, and because of that, we were barred from buying these stocks and shares. Mrs Wendy Foo, who was then a lecturer at NTU (and whose hubby Ron was a PW partner), was an unofficial "lobbyist and promoter" of PW, and would be the conduit between the Accountancy Society (affectionately known as "Accounts Soc)" and the firm. Many an undergraduate who wanted to join PW would thus stand for elections to become Exco members of the Accounts Soc.
I was fortunately blessed to know Mrs Foo in a personal capacity (we both attended Paya Lebar Methodist Church) and I have paid a tribute to her in a post here.
https://rootss.blogspot.com/2025/09/a-tribute-to-class-mentorcv.html Needless to say, Mrs Foo was instrumental in me joining the firm as an intern in 1990, the year before I graduated. She passed my CV to PW's HR and the resulting interview was a mere formality :-)While tidying up my room, I sadly could not find my maiden name card. I did however chance upon the July 1994 edition of the Staff Directory.
I left PW as a Supervisor (the equivalent of Assistant Manager 1) at the end of that very year, just in time to avoid the peak period :p
(2) Singapore Island Country Club (Dec 1994 to Jul 1997): Internal Auditor
Yep, I moved from one prestigious organisation to another. SICC had just made its hereditarily-exclusive membership transferable, and had started to build up massive cash reserves from conversion fees ($50,000 X say 5,000 members = $250 million), and the Chairman felt that it required someone on the inside to ensure that its assets were properly safeguarded. I saw the newspaper ad, applied for the role, and was duly recruited as its inaugural internal auditor.
I will remember SICC fondly as the place where my 2 kids were manufactured, as I hardly had to do any overtime, a great place if one wanted a wonderful work-life balance. I obtained my official golf handicap shortly after joining, golfed once or twice a week (Monday mornings and the occasional Friday evenings), and bowled once a week (on Thursday evenings).
I also pursued a part-time MBA, attending evening classes at NTU, initially once a week and then ramping it up to three times a week.Truth be told, I had initially wanted to carry out serious audit work and only start on my MBA a year into my job. My first audit report on Jackpot Operations was 50-odd pages thick.
When it was presented at the Finance Committee sometime in February 1995, the Treasurer (whom I reported directly to) said, "OK, ladies and gentlemen, take note ah." It took no more than a minute, and we did not even go through the findings and areas for improvement!
Shortly thereafter, I had a meeting with him and he asked me why I had taken on a "dead-end" job, given that I was still only in my late twenties. What he said caused me to panic, and I hurriedly called Mrs Foo to enlist her help to submit my MBA application, even though the deadline had passed. Thanks to her assistance, I embarked on the program in August that same year (ie. 1995), rather than having to wait till the following August (ie. 1996) to do so.
Oh ya, I need to point out that it was the outgoing Treasurer who interviewed me for the job sometime in October 1994. His term ended in December 1994. The incoming Treasurer started his role in January 1995 and was the one who told me it was a dead-end job meant for someone in the twilight of his career.
Truth be told, internal audit is a function that is extremely thankless which no colleague ever appreciates. After that curt remark from the Treasurer, I only submitted to him a one-page summary list of work that I carried out every month, and everybody seemed happier. Nobody felt their toes were being stepped on. In fact, the less emphasis I placed on my role, the less animosity I encountered from colleagues as well. I focused on doing my MBA as though it was full-time, and working as though I was there part-time.
Hving obtained my MBA (specialising in Information Technology) in mid-1997, it was time to move on from my "dead-end", "retirement" job and seek greener and more challenging pastures elsewhere.
In the next post, I will talk about the software consultancy stage of my roller-coaster career leading up to the Year 2000, so stay tuned!
Oh ya, after I quit, SICC decided to outsource its internal audit function to Deloitte & Touche, and I firmly believed that was the right decision, rather than hiring a replacement internal audit employee.













