The end of the (Amber) Road
The few (!) changes on my CV over the years have occasionally made me feel a little self-conscious, especially when it’s examined by recruiters or interviewers. The same concern on my behalf has also come from older family members, a generation more often blessed with job longevity. The case for the defence is as follows, your honour:
- My early (working) life was full of temping / contracting jobs to put experience on the CV and seek career direction
- Working in financial services in the City in the 90s meant that to get on and get ahead, one often had to move jobs to move up the ladder
- Post-university return in IT, I was unlucky with two redundancies, with only one move being a dislike of the job
The defence rests.
For the last (nearly) 3 years, I found myself with a company (Amber Road Travel, formerly known as CTI) where that Venn Diagram sweet spot has often been hit; interesting job, ok money, nice people to work with etc. Sure, there were a few niggles; I’ve yet to meet a techie who doesn’t moan about non-technical senior management making poor technical decisions! Most relating to factors outside of my immediate environment however. In short, I’ve had a very enjoyable job that I’ve wanted to get up for, and people I looked forward to seeing, every day. Occasional travel to other offices of the company, my opinion regularly sought, and the breadth of my skill set valued, whilst being trusted with a variety of responsibility. Powers that be thought highly of me, and I was regularly of assistance to people across the company.
Summer 2019 saw big changes, culminating in the Bristol office shutting. Myself and a few colleagues were retained to work from home, several transitioned elsewhere, and some sadly faced redundancy. Working from home every day, rather than just occasionally, was new for me; Monthly meetups with local colleagues aside, I missed the interaction that my day-to-day IT support responsibilities had brought, and disliked the accompanying dip in workload. On a related note, prior to and immediately after the Bristol closure, the attitude of a couple of colleagues from another office of the company towards me and sharing their workload took a profound shift, causing some ill feeling. This all made me less enamoured with a job I’d enjoyed immensely, and to feel resentment towards colleagues I’d previously been happy to work with.
So, I have (successfully) looked elsewhere…
Once before, in my “working in the City” Financial Services past, I left a job I loved that had people I loved working with. I had many moments of retrospective regret afterwards, and quite a few things may have been different had I not left. Ever since, I have been wary of leaving a job that I enjoyed…no matter what the enticements of the alternatives on offer. On that occasion I acted in haste and regretted soon afterwards.
Whilst it’s true that I had colleagues I valued, the environment, workload and many other things changed quite profoundly. Unlike that previous occasion in the past, whilst I will miss my colleagues past & present, and think fondly of how the job was, I haven’t left a job I love. Not anymore anyway. I’ll remember it fondly, will smile when I pass the building I used to work in, and enjoy the memories…but I won’t regret leaving.
Here’s to the next chapter!