As much as I fly by the seat of my pants, I'm equally a creature of habit. Familiarity is comforting, and routine can sneak up on ya. And now, I'm seeing a pattern take its second revolution.
The job I took when I moved to San Diego was a means. It moved me to beautiful California with job security. And I was well aware of it going in. A few, quick months later I ended up with a great company I owe most of my experience too. And then.... I decided to move to Chicago. So coming here, I made another comfortable move, satisfying my geographic lust for the MidWest, and it worked. For a while. So I put my resourceful Polish self to work and plunged forward with mapping out the next chapter, and I was really lucky in this fickle economy to find a great job. A job that had the caliber of clients and industry reputation I'd be eager to join. Ahh and it's sitting there on the horizon after a much-anticipated week off and tomorrow's final day at my current job.
Sure, I know this can be perceived as job hopping, but I prefer to look at work like a dress. It's all about the fit. Sometimes you can tailor it, and minor tweaks will make it right for you, and other times, well, the style just clashes.
Tomorrow at 5:30pm I'll breathe a sigh of relief and take a moment to appreicate the opportunities I've been afforded in the past year, then move forward smiling. Because that paritcular dress would look fantastic on someone else.
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