Its midnight on May 17th, I cannot sleep again and Im suppose to be up in 5.5 hours to go to a job I loathe. Good times.
Where should I begin? I guess with a small background of me. I am in my late 20's and want out of my lucrative job. If you are thinking, you selfish bitch (another clue for u, I'm female)....I can see that. Looking from the outside in is always a righteous experience in which you think the decisions are clear and simple. However, since you already believe me to be a selfish bitch, lets return to me, shall we??
Let me start off by saying I'm not usually a fan of this self serving realm where I put my life out there bullshit that includes not only this platform but others such as facebook, twitter etc. However since I am on the brink of what I feel could be something big (good or bad at this point) I have grown the figuratively speaking sack that i physically don't have to put my story into words in hopes to make sense of everything in my life for not only me, but in hopes to maybe also help others. Now, I do understand the risks that involves in putting my thoughts onto a blog and having the world to see to either encourage me or to rip me down. Good news for the haters out there, I am part of less than 1 percent minority in my work force in which I have grown a skin thicker than I would like to admit. I have been used, underestimated, disrespected, and completely degraded, and Im still standing everyday waiting with a smirk for the next time that someone wants to doubt me. Please bring your A game, haters. It because of people like you I have gotten this far.
Anywho, back to this "career" thing. I was incredibly lucky to land a great job right out of college with a great firm. To keep things anonymous I will not be telling you which industry or use anyones actual name. Last thing I need is a lawsuit, turns out those aren't much fun.
I remember my first day, walking in into one of the most intimidating places on earth and while I did have a second thought, I told myself to shut up and man up. I was thrown head first into the deep end of the pool without a swimming lesson. It was on of the most frustrating experiences I've ever had. It was so fast paced that I felt that the saying "in over my head" wasn't even comparable to this. If i needed to be in Japan, I was sitting on the moon. By myself.
The good news was I started to pick things up and started to do a decent job. Eventually, I got to a point where my managers and colleagues could trust me. From there, my competitive nature started to take over and I wanted to be better than the my co workers. And after a good year and a half of being there, I was. And then after receiving much backlash from my co workers, who had become very threatened by my presence for a variety of reasons I'm sure, we all found out that our firm was closing.
Again, lucky for me, another firm knew of my work ethic and talents and offered to interview me almost immediately after they found out my firm was closing. I had my interview that lasted less then 10 minutes and I was hired. This is the point in my story where I cant decide wether it was a cursing or a blessing, maybe as time will prove-alittle bit of both........This is where my story actually begins.....
