I also wish that I’d been more honest with myself when I realized that things weren’t right so that I could have put an exit plan together. In hindsight, I wish that I’d researched the company and asked more questions before signing my offer letter. Once I finally opened up, they were extremely supportive and ultimately helped me find a new, better job. Looking back, I’m proud of myself for trying to make it work, addressing my concerns with my manager, and knowing when to walk away-but I wish that I’d been more comfortable talking to my friends and family about what I was going through.
#Well you week dont quit. how to
Having just graduated, I had no idea how to navigate a situation like this. I’m now quicker to admit when something isn’t working and more willing to address issues head-on, ask for what I want, or walk away if I don’t believe things will improve. I also do tons of research on the organization and scour the internet for company reviews by employees. For example, if the company I’m interviewing with has high turnover or my prospective manager can’t provide me with a clear outline of what my potential role would entail, I think twice about moving forward. I’m not afraid to ask tough, straightforward questions about opportunities I’m considering, and I know how to spot red flags and warning signs. Surviving a disastrous first job taught me a lot and made me much savvier when I went looking for my next role. I’m actually glad that my first position was so horrible because I don’t think I’d be where I am today if it had worked out.
This job led to a fulfilling and rewarding career and enabled me to work my way up to managing my own recruiting and HR department. It turns out that even though I was a lousy cold caller, I was a pretty great recruiter. This ultimately gave me the confidence I needed to accept an offer-and I ended up loving the job. The manager was sympathetic and understanding and seemed to genuinely believe that I deserved another chance. Ultimately, I decided that honesty was the best policy and simply explained that my previous job turned out to be much different than I thought it would be and that the experience has helped me to better understand what I wanted to do next. Getting the chance to meet with a variety of people at the company was so helpful, and it gave me the opportunity to ask tons of questions and get a solid feel for what it was really like to work there.īeing a recent graduate, I probably could’ve gotten away with not mentioning my failed foray into the world of cold calling, but I worried that the truth would eventually come out. I asked her tons of questions about the company, her responsibilities, her boss, how her performance was measured, and company turnover.Įverything sounded pretty great, so I decided to apply and was ultimately invited to interview with the manager, regional director, and a couple of recruiters on the team. I was, of course, excited about the prospect of getting a new role, but felt leery, nervous about making the wrong choice again. She loved her job and was confident that she could get me an interview if I were interested. Within a couple of weeks, a family friend reached out to me about an entry-level recruiter opportunity at her staffing agency. I also started researching tons of different industries and types of jobs to try and get a handle on what might be a good fit for my skills and interests. So, I updated my resume, emailed all of my friends and family to let them know that I was looking for a new job, and reached out to a couple of trusted mentors for advice on what to do next. Whenever my friends or family asked how my new job was going, I would tell them that it was great, that I was learning a lot, and that helping people get into college was so rewarding.Įventually, my aversion to admitting defeat won out over my desire to feel sorry for myself. I kept telling myself that I probably just misunderstood the role and that things would get better. The worst part? My performance would be evaluated based on how many new students I was able to enroll-and none of the people I called were remotely interested in attending this university. On day one, I was handed a list of names and phone numbers, seated in a storage room with two other newly hired “counselors,” and told to book as many admissions appointments as possible.
I’d eagerly accepted a role as an admissions counselor for a private university, only to discover that I was actually hired to cold call prospective students all day long.
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