Oh, Timehop. A great way to look back and see all the dumb things you said on Facebook before Messenger was a thing and before you could comment on people’s statuses and wall posts. But it’s also an app that can really show you just how much (or, I guess, how little) you’re doing with your life. I’m not going to bore you with a long, drawn out version of my life story, but I feel like I need to give myself a little credit today. I deserve it. It’s been a crazy year.
One year ago I was starting my first “big girl” job at Entertainment Cruises Boston and now one short (read: long) year later, I am at MediaCom NYC. The view is different, the job is different, the people are different. I don’t want to burn any bridges by saying which one is better, but I can say that I know a hell of a lot more now then I did then.
If I weren’t laid off seven months ago from a job I thought I would hold for the rest of my life I would never ever be where I am today. I was completely content beginning my career as an event planner and basically not using my fancy degree at all. I wasn’t learning anything new and I certainly wasn’t in any sort of position to further my career in the future.
Life went on.
I made things work. Like everyone who gets laid off, bills don’t stop and it’s not like the government is here to help me continue to live my comfortable lifestyle in a Cambridge apartment going out to dinner twice a week and drinking in excess. So I got a part-time job. It was fun, it paid the bills (dismally), and it gave me time to find something more permanent. Sadly, my “more permanent” version of a job was still pretty dismal. Not in the paycheck, but in the learning opportunities, growth potential, and general industry. It was a temp job, it got me an actual real paycheck and bought me a few months to look for something “real.” Whatever that means…
I applied to about 500 jobs on LinkedIn. I got a few interviews but most were just duds. I then got two offers after a pretty extensive interview process. One was in Florida and one was in New York – one was far far away from anything I know and one was close to where I grew up. One paid a little more with a lower cost of living while the other paid a little less with a higher cost of living. Guess which one I chose. Obviously.
From the Boston Harbor to Midtown Manhattan, I can safely say I’ve made some big changes this year. I guess the moral of my story is: Don’t let one setback become more than what it is. It’s a setback, yes, but it definitely does not have to determine your whole future. Keep putting yourself out there until you find your happy place – whether that be a NYC roof deck or a boat cruising the bay or a sandy, south Florida beach.
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