Nine and a half years ago, I entered the world of market research with wide-eyed wonder. It was my first job, and I was ready to impress. I worked very hard, and was surprisingly good at what I was doing. I loved the work, loved the money, loved the sense of self-importance that came along with it.
Nine and a half years later, I am re-evaluating my options. I’ve worked for two companies, started my own, and I am tired. I’m no longer sure if this is something I want to be doing for the rest of my life.
Now it’s just a job. The fairytale ended a long time ago.