… In a land far far away.
You know… Montreal.
Yeah, I talk like this was ten years ago. My last day was a week ago. Oh well.
While the last three years of my career in fashion I was working for a smaller, “family” company that didn’t involve fashion shows and the parties… Although I did still attend on my own time.
… I don’t recommend it.
Back in the day I worked in a more public company.
There was parties and fashion shows, drinking shots at 10 am with the president of the company on stressful days… It was a very go go go industry and well, I had a boat load of fun.
Even though I was no longer with the big name company when I went to NYC, I still got excited to be in Bryant park, the location of NY Fashion Week… Even if I was in sweats.
But eventually… It got old.
There was always someone looking to take your job… willing to work more hours on less money just to get their foot in the door. The late nights, champagne and drawn out parties got old and the healthier I wanted to be, the less this fit my lifestyle.
(Could you imagine being in prep with your boss pouring vodka in your mouth straight from the bottle?!)
That’s when I moved on to a smaller company that (… once upon a time.. .) was a very different and happy place to work. But eventually I just had enough of the industry, I no longer loved my job and what I was doing, so alas, here I am in Saint John making my life change.
So why was I slipping on my first pair of non-clear plastic 5inch heels in what seems like forever last night?
Say what?! I moved a week ago to get OUT of the industry and here I am in a meeting, knowing all the answers to the trivia questions and wanting to say “ummm… that’s so not how it works” but keeping my (big) mouth shut for once.
I want to say I walked out of the meeting with zero intentions of participating, attending, anything… but it was kind of the opposite. After the meeting I didn’t stay to socialize mostly because… I was shocked. I was shocked that I had ideas running through my head and things I wanted to suggest. I just LEFT my job, why am I getting excited by it? It was really… unsettling.
While no, I don’t think I made a mistake by leaving my career in Montreal, but I’m beginning to think maybe that doesn’t mean I have to totally shut the door on that part of my life. Yes, I want to make changes, and I am, but I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as I thought it was going to be to just walk away from the last eight years of my life.
Hmm… go figure.
Have you ever made a huge career change and ended up finding it harder to leave behind that you expected?
Heels? Yay or nay?
I love my heels… but still live in my flip flops!