Wednesday, October 12, 2011

What being a Secretary means to me.



10 years back all I knew about a Secretary was just someone who writes letters. Heaps of letters and reports. Hence that justified why back then whenever a secretarial post was offered it was always the case someone pointed out:

In school : ”Let’s appoint a girl. Girls are more diligent than guys.” Or,

In college :  ”Let’s appoint someone who’s good at writing, and diligent too” - At this point gender is not the main concern but the skills that matters.

But now in university : “Let’s appoint someone who has more free time and passionate about leadership” - At this point a much more mature criteria were pointed out. (Yes, free time IS important although we can always defy free time with "make" time)

I may not qualify for the most of the former criterias but I do, passionate about leadership. At this stage, being a secretary does not mean writing letters or emails all the time. A secretary must also know how to delegate work,  how to make good networking with people and above all, must know when to listen and when she/he is required to lead.


There are more portfolio for a secretary out there. You can google all you want. Although to me, I started with zero experience and knowledge. I learned from the very bottom. All I had when I first became a secretary was “my willingness to learn”.  Even now, I’m still learning.

3 years in the same position did not mean that I hindered myself to progress upwards, it just means that I’m equipping myself better before I start to think of leading on top. Not to mention, I somehow favour the thought of becoming the think tank more than being an icon. I’m forever thankful to everyone who has made my secretarial experience meaningful and successful thus far. It was definitely a rewarding experience.  

With this, I close my chapter of being the secretary of Wellington UMNO Club.

All that remains are good memories. Thank You and Thank GOD.



Ps: Back then I wonder why Secretary needs to have the Secretary’s Day. Now I realize, it’s a post worths celebrating.