So, I quit my job. It is both the most and the least adult thing I have done for a long time.
You may have already worked this out if you follow me on Twitter/Instagram, and you might be aware that I’m currently trotting about the ol’ globe like a recent graduate. Or, if you happen to snoop on mine & Claudia’s conversations, ‘cause she’s the only person I’ve told in actual words. On Twitter, ofc.
You may have seen some of the travel snaps on Insta and thought “ay up, she’s got some cushy job that allows her to travel” or maybe “she must have some holiday allowance”.
Ha, nope, unemployed life.
At the beginning of the year, which seems like 395750 days ago, I tweeted that I would be focussing on my career this year. I hope I’m gonna have a bit of a career change and, hopefully, I’ll be able to share my progress with you.
I’ve noticed a few other people in a similar position. Just the other week, I read Lucy’s post on her hopes for a career change.
And, I know, not everyone has their dream job. In fact, most people really don’t.
There’s a certain amount of rubbish-ness to be expected at work; everyone has crap days, weeks, even.
But, if things are consistently so bad that it becomes unbearable, it’s time to weigh up your options and have a think about whether it might be time to move on.