My first conference table jitters

The big Petronas job. 20 leery fall guys. I thrashed them. Contract sealed. Headquarters were pleased.

My first brush with a boardroom was in KL. Then, at the inexperienced age of 25, I was merely a secondary contributor. I never would have imagined that one day I would sit at the Chair, control an audience and convince them that what I said mattered. No way.

Three years later, I was forced on a daily basis to present to potential clients in a boardroom setting. Working with an audience of one is a piece of cake. Working with a handful is possibly a challenge, but trying to manipulate twenty hard men in suits made me wish the fire alarm would go off. And if that didn’t work, that the floor would swallow me in. Swoop!

Thankfully, the company had trained me well. They’d ensured that I knew all the answers to any unsuspecting queries, and that I most definitely knew my product inside out, at the back of both hands with my eyes closed . They’d sussed it all out and drilled us to perfection.

The company has now tripled in size and the RGU stock has since sky-rocketed on the London Stock Exchange. If I’d stayed on, my stock options would have made me a happy camper. But Tee wouldn’t have been made…….

Just imagine, the founder was a 16 year old boy who specifically told his Mom that he didn’t want to go to University because he wanted to learn about business first hand. He started off by selling sandwiches to office buildings. Then he got his break and started the company when he realised the demand. At the start, business was tough that he had to sell off his assets to finance the company. Look where he is today! It’s been 18 years but the guy is less than 50 years old and still hasn’t sold off his shares. I loved working there. He was SO inspiring…..

Despite the adrenalin rush I used to get in the boardroom, I always wonder if I’ll ever see the light of conference tables again.

Motherhood versus Ambition. A tough choice many mothers make.

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One thought on “My first conference table jitters

  1. Tell me about it. This question runs through my mind every time I drop a screaming, kicking, pleading Sophie off at the daycare in the morning on my way to work. I get into the office with the heaviest heart and blazing through my options: “Am I a bad mother for leaving her so cold-heartedly?”, “Can we afford to have a stay-at-home parent and still make enough to give her and any potential siblings a good comfortable life?”, “Can I psyche Popo to take care of her at home until she is old enough to go to university?”, etc etc.

    I doubt if dads go through the same guilt trip…

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