I’ve recently quit my job and it shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that it was the best thing I could have done. Without taking this too literally, obviously, there’s no way for you to know that quitting your job will be the best thing for you but FOR ME, personally, it’s been great.

Having said that I feel compelled to clarify that this isn’t a motivational article telling you to quit your job. I’m writing this simply from personal experience, directing it towards people who are in their early to mid twenties.

I can’t speak for the older demographic in fear that my attitude comes across as incredibly naive with total disregard to the responsibilities and consequences of quitting a job in later adult life.

The obvious financial consequences of leaving a job are scary and I feel lucky to have been in a position where I could quit without facing homelessness or starvation, and on top of that I don’t have a family to feed or children to take care of so… there you go.

Here’s the story; I was working 6 days a week part-time (5 hours a day) on top of another tutoring job in the evenings.

This usually meant I would be out the house from 9:30am-10.30pm, leaving minimum time to do anything creative and fun, like writing articles or seeing mates. On-top of that I was hardly eating, only having time to grab food on-the-go which usually meant a sandwich or a croissant.

In the evenings I would eat pasta or popcorn since I hadn’t done a proper shop and I felt uninspired to cook anything remotely original. I had absolutely no energy when I got home and all I wanted to do was get into bed and watch non-committal mind-numbing tv.

I didn’t even have the energy to read a book. My life became totally menial and I felt I was just grinding for the sake of it without a vision of where this would take me. No time for friends, no time for gym, no time for anything really 6 days a week.

Days off are about reconnecting with yourself after a week of being someone else. I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this, but when you work in customer service you put on an act of being a polite, patient professional which (not so deep down) you aren’t. Being a tutor as well, I would have to change my attitude to fit the role of a teacher for 10-16 year olds. That’s not me either.

On days off you can be yourself and crack inappropriate jokes and let your hair down- so imagine everyone else is at work on your one day off? And when your day off does fall on the weekend? I’d more often than not be debilitating hungover after going out the night before.

One day of being hungover, then, back to work the next day. The day I should have spent reading and writing and exploring I spent drinking ice water with lemon, in bed, watching Netflix, my last two brain cells waving white flags of defeat.

I realised (perhaps not quickly enough) that I hadn’t got the patience for a job that only made me enough money to keep living in the home I rent, letting me buy enough food to keep me alive, in order to go back to work the next day.

The excitement of the job turned to dust within weeks and after a few months I was suffocating on the nothingness that was my day-to-day.

One day my career will be straightforward and I’ll (hopefully) end-up in a 9-7 job, 5 days a week, with 20-something days holiday leave a year. I’ll have a stable pay-check and deadlines to adhere to and I’ll be invested in doing my work well because it will mean something to me.

This, currently, is not my reality. The job I quit was did nothing for me. Pardon my ego, (it has no bounds) but I’m not doing a job where I count the minutes until I can leave as soon as I walk in. I’m worth more than that.
Life is short and opportunities are endless. There is no reason for me, or you, to settle for anything less than what you feel you deserve.



By Tessa Kaye





Mark

TINT / Creative Collective / Barcelona