She loved her job and was confident that she could get me an interview if I were interested.

Within a couple of weeks, a family friend reached out to me about an entry-level recruiter opportunity at her staffing agency.

I also started researching tons of different industries and types of jobs to try and get a handle on what might be a good fit for my skills and interests. So, I updated my resume, emailed all of my friends and family to let them know that I was looking for a new job, and reached out to a couple of trusted mentors for advice on what to do next. Whenever my friends or family asked how my new job was going, I would tell them that it was great, that I was learning a lot, and that helping people get into college was so rewarding.Įventually, my aversion to admitting defeat won out over my desire to feel sorry for myself. I kept telling myself that I probably just misunderstood the role and that things would get better. The worst part? My performance would be evaluated based on how many new students I was able to enroll-and none of the people I called were remotely interested in attending this university. On day one, I was handed a list of names and phone numbers, seated in a storage room with two other newly hired “counselors,” and told to book as many admissions appointments as possible. I’d eagerly accepted a role as an admissions counselor for a private university, only to discover that I was actually hired to cold call prospective students all day long.

Give off. please dont quit.