Six months ago, I started a new career in San Francisco, working as a Media Coordinator at a small advertising agency in the heart of SoMa. I thought, “I made it!”
I have been working at a design boutique for the past four years, designing wedding albums, and trying to market our products and services with the use of social media. At the time, I was really enjoying myself: flexible hours, closer to home, awesome coworkers, wonderful boss…what more could I ask for?
After four and a half years, I found myself getting bored and lazy. I was still doing my job, but that was just it. It’s just a job. I felt stuck and unable to grow, unless I move some place else and make it happen. I was still adamant in working at an ad agency. After all, I graduated with an advertising degree, and I wanted to utilize what years I spent learning all about it.
So during a long summer break visiting friends and going to Comic Con, I interviewed and landed the job at that agency. I was ecstatic, I couldn’t contain myself! I finally get to work in the city where the industry is, and I knew that I was going to make it count. August 1st was my day to shine!
My journey to San Francisco everyday was not easy. Moving there was not an option for me at all because of the cost, so I found myself commuting from San Jose to San Francisco, via CalTrain 3 hours a day. My social life was shot, I was more stressed out, I didn’t have any time to have a personal life…the job pretty much took over me, and I felt powerless. I started resenting my decision of working there, and to top it off, my coworkers and I did not seem to mesh well. My supervisor was nice, but he was also arrogant. A young professional, he saw me as a nuisance: checking every single email I would send out, telling me to model everything the way he did…I wasn’t used to that! I wanted to take ownership of my tasks and take control of what I’m doing. I didn’t need a babysitter.
The agency life was starting to take its toll on me. I wouldn’t really say it was the job, but it was the commute and the people I was working with. I guess our personalities didn’t click because I was this girl who lives in the South Bay, while they all live in “The City”.
After three months of that, and they decided to let me go. Two of my supervisor took me in the meeting room and said the typical three words, “This isn’t easy…” and then something along the lines of “…we really like you, and we want to keep you, but it’s just not within our budget right now to hire a senior position and keep you.”
Of course I was disappointed, but I was also relieved! A huge chip on my shoulder was lifted, and I can finally be free from all of that.
I took my last train ride back to the South Bay, with the thought of panic and anticipation in my mind.
To be continued….