Deeper and Deeper
So I’d concluded that all jobs suck. Simplistic, sure, but there it was.
I no longer thought there existed any job in any corporate environment that would make life fun and enjoyable again, given the systemic problems with employment.
It may sound crazy, but this realization actually made me double down on work. My objectives are clear.
I’m thinking Okay, I get it. Work sucks completely. So let’s do as much of it as we can, as early as we can in life, so we can be rid of it as quickly as possible.
I’d learned that there are two ways to reach the finish line faster:1) Cutting spending and 2) Earning more. Both things increase your core savings rate, speeding things along in the journey to FI.
So I was also pretty sure that I could make more money than I did at SoftwareCompany. Therefore I targeted only the best-paying jobs in my field, given my skillset.
I stopped asking the question: Will I like that job?
And instead, I started asking: How much does that sucker pay?
No surprises — I found that financial companies paid a premium to their employees, so I focused on them like an ambitious Adderall-jacked teen on the SATs.
At some point during my search, I call my best friend from college. He’s in the same industry as me, and has just been job-searching himself. Luckily, he mentions one opening in particular that sounds perfect for me. (No, I didn’t steal the position from him — he’d already applied and it turned out wasn’t a great fit for him.)
The opportunity is to work for a bank on the East Coast, in Boston. It’d satisfy all of my requirements — close to family, close to my ex, close to a few old friends who hung around the area after graduation.
So I work on my resume, customizing it in such a way that I appeared to be an absolutely perfect match for their need.
In addition, I create a cover letter with an embarrassing amount of suck-up language, something along the lines of Oh how I love finance! I just adore your company! I can’t wait to be given an opportunity to contribute my skills in the name of banking! Please please please pick me!
Amazingly, they give me a call, and I find myself on a plane to their headquarters for a grueling full-day of interviews. I can hardly believe it, but it’s happening.
I’m on my way, deeper down the rabbit hole of corporate life. I’ll shed some light on what it was like down there in the next post.