I woke up in the morning with a promotional SMS from an annoying insurance company. It started with these words – Since your monthly salary is above Rs.15000, we have a new offer for you….’
My eyes couldn’t drag themselves away from those words and this ticker ran through my head: You have a monthly salary of Rs. 0!
While I would’ve deleted this kind of a message without a single thought a few weeks ago, today it was staring in my face and laughing at my decision.
This was followed by chatting with a friend where he just happened to mention that Unilever had disclosed annual salaries of all managers earning above 60 LPA. It was a huge list, and worse still, I spotted tons of batch mates and even juniors on it who were raking in MUCH more than the 60 lakh figure.
It’s amazing how depressing it can be to know such facts. Of course I knew Unilever is a fantastic paymaster, but simply looking at these numbers made me immediately think of why I am on this mindless quest, when I’d rather take up a job and be on such a list?
Looked guiltily at the husband. He’s used to seeing this look by now and knows exactly what I’m thinking – “Have I made a wrong decision? Should I take a job? Will we have enough money? Will I become a failure?!”
He also knows how to handle the dramatic outburst and say what I need to hear, “Don’t worry! You’ll be brilliant”
It’s good to hear but I’ve seriously begun to doubt that though.
Further bad news hit me today from the start-up I’ve been working for (and had been driving me insane with lots more work and responsibility).
After writing 5 articles for them pro-bono, I finally decided to send them an estimate for researching, writing, editing, modifications & management of content. Now, I’d researched industry norms for this. Spoken to agency partners, content syndicates and sent across a number that I could justify fully. 8 years of marketing experience told me I’d probably be paid 25% lesser than the quoted figure and that too 2 months later, but I was prepared for that.
What I wasn’t prepared for, was a call from the ‘founder’ the next day, saying that I really don’t need to do so much work and all he is looking for, is ‘an editor to fix english’ and that I should re-quote.
I had spent the past few days getting to work on this right after the baby slept at 10 and staying up till 3 in the morning. Had researched and written content which I was very pleased with (And so was the ‘founder’ – as mentioned on many mails).
Now suddenly, all he needed was a human auto-correct.
My first instinct is to slam the phone and say I don’t need this (placeholder for appropriate curse word). But the businesswoman in me takes charge (or is prodded to take charge by my husband) and says ‘if thats what you need, lets take this forward..’
This is not going to be easy and I will be on the look-out for my lovely papery friends as they enter my account in the quiet of the night. I’ve also just begun to learn that people always want free lunches and I’m going to have to put up the menu & rate card up and front really soon.