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Work, Work, Work — from a Woman’s POV.
Our corporate ecosystem needs an urgent rehaul to be more women-friendly.
I still remember the adrenalin rush I had as I sat for my first interview. And the nervous wait till I got that job offer letter. My heart swelled with pride. I was finally going to earn my money. Truly become independent.
I pretended to be all grown up as I stepped into the office premises of my first advertising agency and watched with awe at the busy buzz around me.
The agency was in one of the most exorbitant real estate areas of Mumbai, which is one of the most expensive cities to live in, making my workstation a pretty valuable piece of land. And I was determined to live up to its price.
The adolescence stage of work went by like a breeze. I look back at it with an immense fondness for the young professional in me. Eager to please, I worked nonstop crazy hours. No deadline was too inconvenient. No project too small to work on.
It started paying off as I was noticed, groomed and promoted to the next role. And the next. I rose pretty fast in the ranks. It was heady. When the current agency became too small for my rising ambition, I changed jobs. And countries. A few times.
I soon rose to a C-Suite position. And then it started. Rather unconsciously at first. The empty…
