I quit my dream job after only two years because – as it turns out…
It wasn’t really my dream job.
The long and short of it is that I consider myself infinitely capable in the world of cotton trading.
I wanted a management job.
Something with autonomy and the ability to direct things that fell under the purview of my department.
I mean, I thought I was getting one…
“Manager” was even in my job title.
But what I got was a data entry job with no decision-making power.
The crux is this:
I didn’t go to graduate school for four years and get 14 years into a career to do data entry and be tied to my phone on-call for 16 hours per day.
Life is too short.
You can have it.
It is kinda sad though…
I really thought I would retire there. 🤷♂️
…not sure I can go back to a corporate setting again…
Looks like a bit more of THIS for a few weeks.
Mood?
Maybe I’ll tell the other 50% of why I quit one day too. 😉
