Today I quit my job. I’m really happy I did it.
I’ve had a good run at my current job. I started as the 6th employee 3 years ago and I helped grow it into a $30 million company with 50+ employees. I’ve been treated well here. I was given opportunities to advance/prove myself, I was compensated fairly and I was treated with respect.
But this is not what I want to do with the rest of my life. And lately, in the last 6 months my position has evolved into something I’ve really come to dislike. I’ve been so stressed out that I often have trouble sleeping, I lose my appetite, and just generally feel like I’m going to die, constantly. I tried to minimize how much I talked or tweeted about it in recent months (even though I was silently miserable), trying to stick to that whole “positive thinking” thing. It did not work. Obviously, some of this falls on me for being outrageously high-strung for a healthy 24-year-old, and maybe it’s a legit anxiety issue, but these are just secondary reasons that made my decision easier, not the deciding factor. The fact is that I don’t want this job 10 or 5 or even 2 years from now, so now’s the time to start working towards something I do want for the rest of my life.
There’s no doubt in my mind leaving this job is the right thing to do. Is the timing right? I guess I’ll find out. I’m looking at a lot of different opportunities. I’ve already been sending out resumes for a few weeks now. I intended to leave at the end of this month, but my boss requested I stay on until the end of August for him to find a replacement and to help make it a smooth transition. That gives me 7 weeks find a new job. Ideally I’ll take no time off between jobs. I’d like nothing more than to end this job on the last day of August and start my new job the next day. But being realistic, it may take longer than that. Fortunately I have a nice benefits package to cash out and a solid savings account to get me through a few months without income, if necessary. But hopefully my downtime doesn’t last nearly that long.
And it’s not just about the job. I need to make a real change in my life. I’ve been stagnant since graduating college. Don’t get me wrong, I live with my best friend, in my beloved hometown, 2 miles from my parents and dogs. I’ve had a great thing going. But where’s it gotten me? A job I don’t really like, a comically slow dating life and a borderline unhealthy interest in Glee. I’m comfortable here. I need to make a change to light a fire under my ass.
Barring an unexpected opportunity I can’t turn down elsewhere, I am almost certainly moving back to San Diego. It’s where 90% of my friends live. It’s where I have 10 times as many networking connections and it’s where I really feel I belong.
“Pope, you’re an idiot. A beautiful, hilarious and universally-loved idiot. All jobs are stressful and you just idealize San Diego because you went to college there. You’re gonna find a new job in San Diego and be just as unhappy as you were at your last job.”
Hey, maybe you’re right (though I doubt it). Maybe a year from now I’ll have a new job I don’t particularly like and I’ll miss the comfortable income I have now. But I am 100% positive I will look back 10 years from now and be happy I made this decision.
So that’s what I did today. I quit my job. And I’m really happy I did.