Getting a Real Life
I don’t have the job of my dreams, but my job loves that I don’t love it, and that makes a world of difference.
Four years ago, I would wake up at 6 every day for my marketing career in “Disruptive Tech”, heart racing like I’d overslept for an early flight. I’d slather on some makeup, overdose on redness-relief eye drops, and chug a Pedialyte as I got dressed, still hungover from the late drinks with coworkers the night before. These get-togethers were all but required to fit in--essentially a continuation of a work day--where the higher-ups threw around promotions and tequila shots and inappropriate relationships were forged, HR department be damned.
