Today, on the journey to Genting Lane, I thought about work.
I thought about all the ways I could improve sales. I thought of ideas that I excitedly laid out, I thought of campaigns that I quickly Googled, I thought of places and gyms that related most to the brand.
But I came to work to hear a single line that put me back in place.
"KL thinks you are paid well. Whose to say there isn't 2 KL Nicoles who can do the job that SG Nicole can? Your pay is exponential compared to theirs. But why? Do you know what is your strongest point?
... It is your English command."
What a punch to the gut.
Not my ability to handle every new challenge thrown my way, not my speed in doing things, not my initiative in improving sales and brainstorming marketing ideas, no. Just my English. My lame English.
I truly grew to see this company as my own. I have no share in it, of course, but when I think of my company's brand, I think of it as my personal responsibility. I will try my best to catapult it to the forefront of the sporting world. I will think of new ways to bring them to light. I will I will and I will.
But today is a shot back down to my roots, that at the end of the day I am still a disposable employee because hey, there exists 2 KL Nicoles who'd do my work for half my pay. And good for them but woe for me.
I asked to work home right after the meeting despite being really hyped over starting a possible Groupon venture, which was entirely my willing and excitable initiative. I felt used, replaceable and absolutely sidelined, especially when I know clearly that I gave my all in speeding up the brand's progress in Singapore.
Ah I cannot conclude this well.
What a serious post.
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