I used to have a nasty habit of quitting really good jobs. The first great job I quit was in advertising, managing a beer account: I was 23 and worked on Kokanee ads all day long. My client would ship flats of Creston’s finest to the house whenever we had a party. Dream job. I worked with brilliant, creative people and we had fun. To my social network, it appeared that I had made it.
5 WORKPLACE MYTHS THAT NEED TO DIE