It was in my genes.
All I ever wanted to be was a secretary – no ‘ifs, buts or maybes’. The day I got my first real typewriter is a landmark on my timeline – shivers of excitement and delight run up and down my spine as I recall it. OK, I hear shouts of “Calm yourself woman!”. Hey, that’s what floated my boat in 1962.
Stepping out of the primordial soup in 1972 I qualified as an Executive Secretary. Within three months I’d found my natural environment in London – starting to stand up straight as a personal assistant, administrator, office manager and Executive PA. I roamed wild and free – working in TV, hotels, academia and corporate organisations.
I briefly mutated into an au pair in Luxembourg.
Call it what you will though – I still had ‘secretary’ stamped firmly on my brow and built into my DNA. It was the bedrock on which my highly successful career was built.
But whilst I was evolving – so was my world. I woke up one day and realised I was about to go the way of the Dinosaur. My gut instinct said “Whoa – definitely time to move on ahead before the rest of the herd – now!”.
So, here I am – a Virtual Assistant – the final stage in the evolution of my particular species.