Resignation Day – January 9, 2008
“If I ever stop working for this company, I want to take some time off to travel.”
This was the sentence I had uttered several times throughout my six years working at a company in the fashion industry. I was a work-a-holic and my job was my life. It filled me with a sense of purpose. On January 9th, 2008 I quit my job to travel. That decision completely changed my life.
The Day I Quit My Job to Travel
Unlike many people, I actually really loved my corporate job. I didn’t mind life in a cubicle (although like any job there were many bad days too but the good times made up for it).
Despite the intensity of my responsibilities, the job included many perks. I dined in top restaurants with my clients, I attended celebrity filled company parties, I traveled to New York and Las Vegas on business, and I got a variety of fashion freebies.
I also had the pleasure of working for two of the best managers any employee could ever imagine. Until this day they are both still my mentors.
My career seemed to be on the perfect path until the bomb dropped and the president of the company announced that they would be restructuring the departments. With a heavy recession looming in the U.S. economy, things could only get worse.
In the U.S. we have a strange attachment to the companies we work for. We devote ourselves completely to our job expecting that in return they might show a simple gesture of appreciation for our hard work and effort. Maybe if we fetch the ball long enough they’ll hand us a treat such as a promotion and possibly even pat us in the back long enough for us to receive a monetary bonus.
We go to work sick and avoid taking our vacation days. What kind of employees would we be if we took time off for ourselves? In fact, we look down upon those employees who take all of their two week vacation time at once. Only upper management can get away with something like that!
I’m sure that when the recession did hit many Americans were shocked to realize how disposable they were to the companies they had sacrificed their lives away for. I sure was!
In fact, I felt a huge slap in the face as my role in the company quickly disappeared before my very eyes.
Luckily for me, another company had taken notice at my hard work and were quick to offer me a job as soon I let on that my plan was to quit my job to travel.
I resigned in January and was scheduled to start at the marketing agency in April after taking a three-month break from working to travel.
All of the sudden I found myself with something I had never experienced, freedom. I soon became eager to make good on a promise I had made to myself: if I ever stop working for this company, I want to take some time off to travel.
I quit my job to travel and never looked back!
In fact, I never returned to my old life.
I’ve traveled to 41 countries over the past eight years and my lifestyle allows me to work remotely and continue chasing after my travel goals.
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