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I Thought I Found My Forever Job

 

 

After years of bouncing from place to place, I wasn’t just job hunting — I was hope hunting.

 

 

 

 

 

In 2021, after my last employer packed up and moved operations overseas, I was once again at square one. I wanted more than a paycheck — I wanted roots. A company I could grow with. Somewhere I could finally stop searching.

 

It came down to two offers. One from a company I’ll call BrightEdge. The other, from CoreServ — which, honestly, was my first choice. It paid more. My sister worked there. It felt like the logical next step. But after weeks of silence and delays from CoreServ’s hiring team, I accepted the role at BrightEdge.

 

It wasn’t love at first log-in.

 

I started in the office of the VP of Sales — a man I didn’t know, couldn’t read, and rarely saw between his back-to-back Zoom calls. Every day, I showed up hopeful to be trained, coached, something. But when I’d ask how I could help, I’d get the same dismissive line:

“I’m sure there’s something… I’m just about to hop on a call.”

 

Two months of that.

 

No onboarding. No real direction. Just me, a laptop, and a vague job title.

 

Eventually, I stopped waiting to be trained and trained myself. I asked questions. I made spreadsheets. I connected the dots. And when I finally got the courage to say, “Hey, maybe I’d be more useful with the sales team instead of watching them from this office window,” my boss agreed. I moved to the floor below, right into the heartbeat of the team.

 

That’s when things finally clicked.

 

The team? Incredible. Down to earth. Helpful. Kind. For the first time in years, I felt useful. Wanted. Part of something.

About eight months in, everything changed.

 

A new VP of Sales arrived. I’ll spare the resume fluff — he was a numbers guy. No-nonsense. All performance metrics, no human metrics. The team wasn’t thrilled. But me? I stayed optimistic. I’ve always been someone who can roll with change.

 

But I couldn’t have known then what I know now:
That this change wouldn’t just shake things up —
It would eventually break me.

 

👉 Next time: what happens when you ask for mental health support at work… and they say the right things — until they don’t.