If you follow this blog, you may know that I’ve recently moved jobs. I’ve moved from a place that I had grown very comfortable and secure at, to a completely new kind of agency, a new job title… and I’ve got to say, it’s been harder than I thought.
I’ve found that this company isn’t quite as organised as I had hoped, I’ve had to take the lead on a lot of things and I’ve been expected to jump right in at the deep end. It’s been challenging (alongside all the other aspects of my life that have been going on) but it really got me thinking about the importance that I base on work and my career, and whether it’s really worth all the weight and stress that I choose to actively give myself over it.
I’ve had a job of some shape or form ever since I was 17-years-old. The first ‘proper job’ I ever got was at a shoe shop (aka hell on earth) I worked there around 3 times a week in the summer holidays, so that I could save myself a little bit of income to spend on my university fresher’s week. The hours were OK and the people lovely, but the pay was pants and I realised that I really hate feet, very early on.
But, that was the start for me of realising the satisfaction of earning my own money, of not having to be the person who asked their parents to sub them… and hell, that felt really good.
During my time at university I worked at a student bar for a bit and in the summers and holidays I would work at a kid’s summer camp to help fund my student lifestyle (cheap vodka and diet coke comes at a cost ok!)
When I left uni to do my masters, I bounced between working in retail and working at a nursery. (Both jobs I actually loved)
When I got my first full-time job in recruitment, then payroll and finally in social-media marketing, I began to realise that for me, my job is not just about what I’m doing. It’s about self-sufficiency and independence.
My job, although not the most important thing in my life, is a pretty massive thing to me. I spend 35+ hours a week there, I learned (and am still learning) the best ways to interact with and work with other people… and seeing myself grow, develop and progress? Well, that’s really something.
I know that family, friends, travel, hobbies, my pets and a million other things hold far more weighting than my career. I know that a job is at the end of the day there to fund my life and feed me. But, I can’t shake this ingrained feeling that my career is such a huge part of my identity.
I’m going to give this place I’ve moved to a chance. I’m going to try and learn and grow as much as I can here. The people are nice, the location is near, the pay is good… and I guess, if I’ve got to take up the mantle myself a bit, then that’s what I’ve got to do. I’m never one to turn down a challenge!
But I’m still wondering if I’m placing too much emphasis on it. If I’m letting the negatives get me down, because I just care far too much?
What do you think?