15 year ago today, while living in Columbus, OH, I took a job in the sales department of a well-established, 75-year-old company. It seemed like a good idea at the time, as I had been dating a woman I'd met while in college, thought we'd get married, and wanted to show her I had some stability. Plus, I thought the money I could make could help grow my almost 2-year-old business.
I was miserable.
And the "stability" I wanted didn't happen...
In the end, I think it was a good experience, because I got very clear about what I didn't want, but what was the cost?
- lots of frustration
- weekly trips to see a psychologist
- a failed relationship with my girlfriend
- generally pissing everybody off, because I was pissed and acting like an asshole
Was it worth it? Hell yes. I wouldn't want to do it again, but I survived and I'm better because of it.
In the end, I just walked away... I had a few vacation days, so I told everybody I was going on holiday. What had really happened though was that I had made the decison to move back to Nashville and go balls out with my music business. I bought a house sight unseen, packed up my stuff, and left both Columbus and working for other people for good.