Sunday, 5 November 2017

Why Quitting My Job Was The Best Thing I've Ever Done

Just a lil pic of me in, yano, COSMO
I have always been a hard worker. Sugar Daddy and diva jokes aside, I worked two jobs as WELL as studying for my degree throughout my, ahem, four, years at university, and still managed to graduate with a 2.1. *paints nails emoji*

When I got this particular job, which involved me moving to the smallest little town in West Yorkshire (I thought I would have been able to live in Leeds but it turned out the commute would be too long), I thought this is it! I've landed my dream job! And that is what it started out to be. I loved my team, in fact, I got on with almost every person in that building like a house of fire, and I genuinely enjoyed every single day.

Fast forward six months. It came to light how there was zero progression, zero chances to be creative, I was getting talked down to on a daily basis, told how to behave, told what to write in my own blog (erm? sorry?! It's MY blog!) constantly checked up on on my social media, horrible, stagnant office environment and the fact I had become so disinterested in my own actual workload, that I hadn't even parked my car yet and I was already counting the minutes until 5pm. I didn't feel like me anymore. I was becoming so stressed, my anxiety was through the roof, I wasn't sleeping at night- I have to wear a gum shield at night anyway because I grind my teeth when I'm asleep, something I've had to do for the last 4 year, but in the timeframe that I was working at this particular place I grinned completely through it...TWICE. THROUGH STRESS AND ANXIETY. 

Because I was so demotivated and unhappy at work, it was carrying over into my social life on weekends and evenings. I was snapping at my friends and family, which makes me so angry to think back on now, how much I let it affect me. This is when I decided something had to change.

So I quit. Probably the biggest, scariest decision I have made in my adult life so far, but the fact I would rather be unemployed than be in an environment that toxic speaks for itself. I decided to put my health and happiness first, and as soon as it was done, I drove straight home to my parents house to surround myself with people I actually care about, and who care about me, and it just felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

The support I have had off everyone has been so overwhelming! From past colleagues (who I will miss so much!), fellow bloggers, my friends, and of course my parents. They support every single decision I have made in my life so far (bad AND good) and they never  stop pushing me to follow my dreams. I couldn't have done any of this without them and I am so fortune and lucky.

I'm a firm believer in everything happens for a reason, and literally the day after I shared my story about quitting on Twitter, I got a message asking me if I was interested in a 4 week internship at my favourite magazine. So, last week I was absolutely hating life, and on Monday morning I am going to be rocking up to my first day at COSMOPOLITAN. In LONDON. Someone pinch me!

Anyway, the moral of the story isn't to bash my old place of work. I'm done with wasting my energy on that. It's to inspire you to do what makes YOU happy. Nothing extraordinary ever comes from staying in your comfort zone, and if it scares you and excites you, it might be a good thing to try.


  1. I'm a firm believer that if a job is making you unhappy it's best to quit, if you can afford to do so. I'm so glad to hear that you've got a fab support network too. Good luck for the internship!

    Steph -

  2. YAS GIRL! I'm so happy for you xxxx

  3. Yes Claudia!! So happy for you xxx

  4. Congrats girl, that's great! I hope you enjoy the internship.
    Emily from <3

  5. YES GIRL!!! Incredible!!! Everything definitely happens for a reason xx

  6. I did the same thing last month. My work made me feel the same and I'm currently working my notice trying to secure something more in line with me. Life is too short.