Here I am writing a post I expected to write 6 months from now. I can’t believe this is happening, but I got a counseling job. I start on Monday, part-time until I finish my internship. Then it’s a full-time job. I’m ecstatic, but mostly still in shock. None of this feels real.
I’ve worked in banking for 4.5 years now. Pretty much my entire adult (out of college, anyway) life. Banking was never an aspiration of mine. The job fell into my lap after college and I gave it a shot. A couple promotions and 1.5 years later, I knew I’d regret not pursuing my long-time goal of being a therapist. I started attending night school in the fall of 2012 and will graduate officially this August. Throughout my entire time in grad school, I worked at my old job.
A photo of me at work to break up all this text 🙂
Banking is not really related to counseling. Not related at all sometimes. But working in banking was how I financed my schooling. It is where I started my career. Banking is where I learned about reaching sales goals, working as a team, passing audits, performing to company standards, and being professional. It’s where my coworkers became my family. I never really loved what I did, but I loved the people I did it with. They are the ones I’ll miss most. My new coworkers have enormous shoes to fill. Banking is where I learned that listening to and empathizing with people is where my true passion lies.
I think about finances differently than I used to. I track my spending now, which I never did prior to my work in banking. I am knowledgeable about how financial products work. If I ever get a bank fee, it will be surprising.
I was so unsure about taking my bank job at age 22. Now I see that it was a stepping stone to where I am today. Steve Jobs was right when he said that you can only connect the dots looking backwards, not forward.
I see that everything happens for a reason. I’ll always be able to look back at my old bank job with nothing but positive feelings. Getting used to the bank life was so hard for me; I never imagined that it would be even tougher to say goodbye. I will miss the bank dearly, even though I always knew my personality was meant for something else.
I hope to keep in touch with my bank family for years to come and I can’t wait to see what my new job brings. I can’t wait to meet my clients. I can’t wait to see what I can accomplish. I just can’t wait.
Have you ever left a job you had for a long time?
Have you ever changed careers?