Source | LinkedIn : By Suganyalakshmi Manivannan
I’m perhaps not the most experienced person to write for the #IQuit campaign. At 28, with only a little over four years of work experience under my belt, I’m not the best person to be giving career advice. After all, in the past four and a half years, I have joined and quit three jobs and I’m just a month into my fourth.
I went against everything taught to me at business school and all the advice I received from older generations. I’m a girl whose heart speaks louder than her brains. The longest job I ever held stretched just a little over two years and the shortest ended in just ten months.
I’ve had interviewers tell me I seem fickle, that my CV is longer than the years I’ve spent working but I dare to disagree. I was not one of those MBA graduates who walked out of those University gates with a handful of job offers and the world as their oyster. I graduated in the top ten of my class probably in the worst possible year to be a fresh graduate-2009. With the recession that started in 2007(incidentally the year I finished my degree) just starting to rear its ugly head, the job market was unforgiving for virgin graduates. Jobs were scarce and pitiful and it did not take me long to lose the “entitled” attitude that’s handed to you along with your MBA certificate.
I stuck to my first job at a small time advertising agency for over a year and a half mostly due to fear more than anything else. The job market as I knew was a scary place and I was afraid to venture out again unarmed with solid work experience.
My job was far from the glamorous advertising world portrayed on Mad Men. I was in client servicing, or for those familiar with how agencies work, the lowest rung in the creative world of advertising. I worked long hours almost seven days a week, fielded angry client calls, attended review meetings through my lunch hour, pacified the moodiness of the creative team and consumed more Old Monk and Coke than my liver would have liked, all for a pittance every month.
Almost unexpectedly, a year and a half later, I landed what I thought was a dream role in a huge multinational corporation. I couldn’t wait to kiss the thankless world of clients and final draft creatives goodbye for a more stable corporate job. To be honest, at that point, I would have worked for free just to be associated with the brand but luckily for me, not only did my new job give me a decent package, I was entitled to a whole host of other perks including free food and transport, an office gym, fancy technology gadgets and most importantly, a relaxed work culture. It was a world away from what I had known and I gave it my best for a long time. Somewhere along the way though, I finally took off my rose-tinted glasses and saw that while the job stimulated me physiologically, it did not stimulate me mentally. One day, as I stood watching the rows of cabs leaving the office campus in a carefully orchestrated manner, one after the other, I knew I wanted out.