Ahoy mates! Please gather all belongings. Make sure you don't leave your baggage unattended and that you packed it yourself. Bring your ID with photo in hand. It is business and pleasure, my friend. You are jumping ship! Congratulations.
Tis the season to be jolly. Many dudes and dudettes are leaving on a jet plane and switching jobs. Grrrrrreat! I love doing it. Didn't get to do it for many years 'cause I was dead scared of leaving my ad job. Why? Beats the hell out of me. Well... yes, I kind of know. I was chicken shit. Scared out of my wits, thinking that if I left I wouldn't do good in another agency. Damn, was I wrong. By jumping ship I learned many stuff about me, the first and most important of all being that ALL AGENCIES ARE THE SAME: THEY SUCK.
But. But! Sometimes, really crappy ad agencies come along in our lifetimes... and we have to run outta there like we have anal leakage or something. Places where you don't learn crap, where team work is wishful thinking, where assholes rule. Those places suck beyond belief and if you stay, damn, you are just preparing yourself to get cornholed, every single day.
I worked on the World's Suckiest Ad Agency for five months. The first month, I thought... Well, maybe I'm imagining things. Maybe it's me. It can't be that bad. Ok. Second month. This is bad. I might have to do something if this shit doesn't get better. Weeks into my second month, I started looking for a job. I hated it so much I even cried when I got home. I went there, every single morning hating my life. I stared out of my office window and daydreamed. There is no place like home. There is no place like home.
It took me five months to leave. When I found a job - I even got a 11k paycut so I could run outta there, quick - I quit the very next day. Screw your two weeks, man. You can rub them over your ass 'cause your stupid agency doesn't deserve one day more from me and, besides... I need to start enjoying life again.
Pissed off at your ad agency? Feel like you are stuck? Do you honestly know, deep in your heart that you can't possibly learn more or develop yourself in any other way? Get your passport and leave, dude. There is no reason to stay. It's like... a bad marriage! Did you do alln that you could? Did you try? Nothing works, huh? If you feel you won't be happy any other way but leaving and starting over, then dude, go right ahead. Leave. Start a new life.
With a younger sexier agency. Hope she loves you long time.
5 comments:
Alas, switching jobs is easier said than done, Me -- at least in my case. I've been in this deeply dopey business for longer than I care to remember and yet I still don't have a single piece of produced work that I can put in my portfolio without vomiting profusely. Which, as you can imagine, makes it pretty darn difficult to find work elsewhere.
The last time I jumped ship, it took me five and a half depressing years to find another job -- and all I accomplished was to move from one obscure, fourth-rate agency to another. (I should say that the people here are uniformly decent and hardworking; it's the clients and the work we do for them that bites the big one.)
My problem is that I am caught in a Catch 22 of epic proportions: I can't get into a good agency until I do good work -- but I can't do good work until I get into a good agency.
I only hope you have better luck than me, Me. (Whoa, is there an echo in here?)
i hear ya Ish, if we could we would jump ship every year.
anyway.
Let this year be a great advertising year for all us creatives outhere.
I'm in a similar predicament Ish. Can't improve my reel because I'm not at a place that does much tv. TV producing agencies won't hire me because...you guessed it, i don't have enough on my reel. Hello Catch 22-land. So, the only solution I see is to do it yourself. I'm constantly trying to produce print and sometimes tv that's spec, and then get it produced and run it. Easier said than done, but it's the only way out as I see it.
Why is it that when you're in a job, you always think that if you left or got fired, it'd be the absolute end of the world, and you'll never, ever get another job that either pays as much or that you like as much. But then when you find yourself out of a job, you end up getting a newer, better one in less than a month, and then you're kicking yourself for not leaving your OLD job sooner... That is the story of my life, man. Any time I've left a job of my own accord though (which is every time, but once - when I got laid off due to company relocation of headquarters), I've always had NO reservations or doubts - the planets just aligned and I knew it was time to go! But again, my Capricornian nature makes me totally averse to change, and I'll be the first to raise my hand and 'fess up that I am chicken-shit as hell to leave a secure job...
I'm glad it worked out for you, Mediabeach, but it didn't for me. My current job does pay significantly more than my last one -- but it took me five and a half years to land it, which pretty much negated any financial gain I may have realized. And in terms of the work, it's no better than the other places I've worked at.
Best of luck to you, Anon and Angrycopywriter.
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