I was called a job-hopper once.
I was told I needed to put a mark down (I was 21 at the time) and grind in the same position by a C-level businessman, who interviewed me for a job.
I got the job. I kicked ass. I left it nine months later.
This has repeated so many times I started believing I will never have a job in which I will work until the retirement. It both scared me and made me happy: the former because at that stage I did not know any better and the latter because I never liked routine.
I suffer from an overabundance of creativity, ideas that scare the people responsible for budgeting, and a lot of faith in myself.
I had been trying out different jobs since 2008. Research, publishing, B2B event management, commercial marketing, strategic marketing. On the way, I graduated from the University of Northampton in BA Advertising & PR.
I was thriving in project management work, where many things depended on my ability to stay calm, delegate, execute, organise, improvise. I was good at it and it made me immensely happy.
I was chasing the dream of becoming a valuable marketing employee, thinking that switching jobs to find THE one will help me get there. In 2014 I unknowingly quit my last corporate marketing position.