Why I quit my stable job for a life of uncertainty
It's quite simple really, and it goes something like this – I was unhappy.
Time and time again, I see people starting businesses. And often, they're making one HUGE mistake – they think it'll be easy. Oh boy do they have a big shock coming. Nope, owning/starting/managing a small business is no walk in the park. Literally... you'll have absolutely no time for walks in the park. But, if you enjoy what you do, then you'll be 100 times happier, I guarantee that!
Ok, so times are tough. We know that! We know that well! Us young people are struggling to to get jobs. And it's not because we're lazy, or unappreciative, or expect to much, as some older generations might like to say (sigh). In fact, we're the first generation in, well, I don't know how long but I'm guessing a verrrry long time, to earn less than generations before us, in the exact same position, despite the fact that we're more educated. Isn't that just insane?
I've experienced all of this first hand. And I'm pretty positive a huge amount of people are in the same boat. After uni, I worked really hard to find myself a job. I went to interview after interview, I asked for feedback on my resume, I did free internships. And to support myself, I worked in retail, I worked hard – just ask my old manager. So, after 9 months of hard work, I pretty much gave up, and settled for a free internship, and retail life.
Lucky (at the time) for me, that internship turned into a full-time job. An extremely underpaid, bordering on illegal, full-time job. In this job, I took on the role of –
1. Account manager for 7 clients
2. Digital marketer
3. Content copywriter
5. Community manager
6. Graphic designer
I also dabbled in organising, writing and presenting monthly social media training sessions for one of my clients. These were massive, think, 30 people in one room I had to train in digital marketing. Now, remember, I hadn't signed up for big, lecture-like, presentations. I hadn't signed up for half the stuff that was expected of me. In fact, the managers were so horribly bad at their jobs that in my first week, I sat at my desk, doing nothing, because I literally had nothing to do. No one told me what to do, no one trained me, nothing. And yes, I asked people, and the response was usually – "ah, I'm so busy at the moment, can you ask someone else?".
After a few months, I was given 4 clients, was working far too hard but still falling behind. I went home crying every night, dreading the next day. My boss told me I was expected to work weekends to keep up with the workload. It was horrible.
A few months after that, I was give 3 more clients. It was then, that I decided, I was done. I just couldn't handle it anymore. Once I had realised that, everyone else in the office started to break. It wasn't me, it was the workload, and everyone else was feeling the same. We all confided in each other, and pushed each other to find new jobs – because we deserved better. So that's what we all did.
Majority of the office found another job at another agency, or started working in-house for brands. I, on the other hand, decided to go at it on my own.
When I quit, I told my boss. "I'm going to freelance". He pretty much told me, I didn't have it, and I shouldn't bother.
I never thought I could feel so much hatred for one person. But if I were to ever bump into him on the street, I'd likely vomit from the sheer shock. He treated me like shit. He shouted at me in front of everyone. He belittled me, and made me feel worthless. He would pick and prod, waiting for me to make a mistake, and when I inevitably did, he shouted more. And the hilarious thing is, he's a little lanky dude, with a rich Brit accent, who doesn't look like he could hurt a fly.
So, why did I quit my job for a life of uncertainty? Because I came to realise I deserve more, and the only person in control of my life is me. I don't want to let anyone put me in a box again. So now, I'm in control. And I'm getting paid for skills I never had the opportunity to explore before, or never had the guts to even try. I can honestly say, I love what I do. Yes, there are months where I have no income, and others where I'm working 12 hours a day, but it's all worth it in the end.
Tell me, what's your dream job? And are you working to achieve that goal?