I’m A Quitter
If I could hold a Guinness World Record for something, it would be the highest number of jobs quit over a career lifespan. It’s been a year and half and I’m already at five. See: Confessions of a Serial Job Hopper. If I keep it up, chances are that world record will be mine to claim.
Being a quitter isn’t something to be proud of. It makes your resume look like a plethora of failed speed dating attempts and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing — speed dating with my career.
If you think being single is hard, try finding a job that shares the same traits and characteristics as your dream boyfriend. I’ve been through an on again, off again relationship with my career and it looks a little something like this:
Career woman meets cold-calling cubicle life. Boss seems friendly and supportive at first but then turns into the distant and moody coworker you’d hate to share the lunchroom with. Job becomes an emotional vacuum that sucks all motivation out of me so I quit.
Career woman meets small creative agency with fun writing project. (Yay, writing! The one thing I love most!). Your boss rules but then finds an opportunity elsewhere. New boss constantly complains about personal insecurities and subtly bullies me. Negative work environment, so I quit.
Side note: One day, said boss left fast food coupons on my desk along with a snide remark about my healthy eating habits. Not cool.
Career woman meets exciting new startup opportunity to be a full-time writer. It seems too good to be true, and it is. There’s a lot of talk and no action. My parents end up having to pay for my month’s rent because I haven’t been paid on time. They drop the “we actually can’t afford to pay you at all” bomb, I stand up for myself and get verbally torn to shreds by the hotheaded manipulative asshole that is my “boss”. I quit.
(Unemployed for approximately 48 hours and then employed again. Recover from mini breakdown and presume work life)
Career woman meets retail management job. I love fashion so naturally I was excited about this. Here’s the catch: I was hired to help with an international ownership transition. It was a cultural learning curve at first but eventually things were running smoothly… until they weren’t. Long story short, I quit.
Last week, I quit job number five.
It appears as though I have “millennial syndrome” and can’t hold a job longer than my 80-year-old grandmother can hold her bladder. I’ll admit I am stubborn, and I make impulsive decisions when it comes to quitting things that don’t make me happy… but there’s been a consistent pattern behind all my failed job attempts.
The majority of my bosses, leaders, mentors (whatever you want to call them) have sucked.
Instead of being in a work environment where the people who hired me are supportive, encouraging, and willing to help me succeed further, I have experienced a wave of condescending behavior that only leaves me feeling discouraged.
We may be a generation with non-traditional work habits, but our desire to succeed drives us to live with a curiosity to learn, an open-mindedness to improve, and an intellectual hunger to prove our worth. We just need someone to invest in us as much as we invest in ourselves.
Maybe, I’m not a quitter after all. Maybe, I just haven’t found what it is I’m looking for.