I'd admit it was tougher than I thought, to finally leave my job. I had spent 7 years, my formative years, learning to navigate the maze that is corporate politics and bureaucracy. When the day finally arrived, it felt like my time in office had, for once, actually moved too fast.
As I packed up my stuff, I reflected on my situation. The bank had treated me very well, and I'd watched it climb out of the depths of the 2009 Lehmann Brothers' crisis, and emerge as a ambitious and very successful bank, doing far better than most of its foreign and local counterparts. And it was reflected in the stock price, the staff benefits, and overall staff morale.
But this was not it.
And finally it struck me. Starting up is a lonely journey.
In the bank, I actually loved the people, the energy, and surprisingly, the job! It might have been stressful and somewhat annoying at times (I ain't explainin'!), but it was really fulfilling to direct and manage the social media strategy for a entire MNC, and work with a lot of people from different departments on their marketing campaigns. Every morning, I would go around greeting colleagues, catching up on their personal lives, and just make merry till it it felt like we really should be working.
But in my startup, it's just my cofounder and me, two hardy warriors steeling ourselves for a long battle, armed with wooden clubs and blunt daggers - that's what we can only afford with our funding anyway.
I would ramble on about how I left the bank in style, and the touching messages encouraging me onwards, from so many people in the department... but those personal memories will stay in my mind only.
Want to hear them? Call me out for a beer. I sure could use the company.
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