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I just quit my job. Just quit. Nope, didn’t think twice about it, did not hesitate. I thought about my place of employment, my coworkers and my new boss (recently promoted) and as proud as I was to have accomplished that, I still didn’t feel accomplished at all.
The day I found out my dad had a stroke, the CEO was in for the company’s huge quarterly meeting on how well they were doing and fake recognition of our contributions to those numbers. I’m sitting at my desk crying being consoled by 2 of my coworkers while the CEO makes his rounds to greet as many of us as he can, followed by an entourage of the other execs and he looks right in my face and continues walking.
The Turning Point
In that moment, I got my confirmation that I did not matter to him, to them, to the corporation. My personal life was as important as a fly at a BBQ, to be left at the turnstile as I swiped my badge to enter the facilities. (They remind you of that as much as possible) No one gave a shit what I was going through, and why would they? Mr. CEO had a $3 million dollar salary, nothing concerns him.
Being on the phone at 8:55 AM, ready to recite “Thank you for calling _____ Auto Claims, this is Ebony. How may I help you?” an infinite number of times was their concern. Everything I did for that company was for someone else’s profit and fortune. Making referrals for other products and services that did not pay us commission, having to deal with ignorant ass people pissed off that their cars were not repaired sufficiently or their rental coverage was not in effect at the time of their most recent car accident, was hardly my idea of an ideal job.
The Universe Had Spoken
My disgust for working in a corporation magnified immensely when my manager presented me with a final notice for attendance, recently having missed 3 consecutive days of work due to a sinus infection and bronchitis. Clearly something beyond my control, I mean I could have easily shown up for work those 3 days and coughed up pieces of my esophageal tract for everyone I spoke to on the phone, right? Despite my doctor’s note, the threat of revoking my employment still stood strong and tall.
I can remember her empathetic words:
“You have to be here, that’s it. Whether you take something, keep water at your desk or whatever. My hands are tied, if you miss another day, you will be terminated.”Well, thank you. That is just what I needed. It was time to go.
What Am I Good At?
I will not say that being an employee was a complete waste of time. My awesome Career Coach, Amanda Abella, gave me something to think about. She said something to this effect: “Being there, working for that company has its lessons. You need to think about what you have learned from this experience that will help you in starting and maintaining your own business. There are things you can take with you.”
So I compiled a list:
- I am a great persuader
- I have a skill for calming people down
- I love to write
- I love to talk/speak
- I have entirely too much compassion
- I am good at finding alternatives
- Calling people on their shit is what I do best
- I am a rule breaker and creator
- I love contributing to ultimate goals
I didn’t include anything negative since this list is to aid me in realizing my purpose, which I have found. I started with the easiest task, writing, because it’s free and if it helps just one person, I am satisfied. There are other opportunities to flourish from this but for right now, I shall write.
Now It’s Your Turn
Have you gotten your “wake the hell up” moment? Are your eyes open to all possibilities? What are you good at?