I’ve lost track of the number of jobs I’ve quit during all my travels. Is it me or is it all these weird business owners I have met over the years?? I guess it must be a combination of both…
So yes, I’ve quit a job again. This time it took me under two months.
What happened? Well, I don’t want to bore you with all the little details because I’m sure we all know how things can just turn out completely different from what we thought or hoped they would be like, so here is the short version:
My plan this summer was to work for a dive centre in Mallorca, Spain in exchange for free accommodation and a professional diving qualification (a PADI divemaster certification). Unfortunately accommodation turned out to be a mattress on the floor in an empty, dirty, shared apartment, training to become a divemaster turned into spending most of my time doing their marketing work for free and when I then found out they weren’t the safest company either, not sticking to PADI rules and regulations nor providing everyone with mandatory dive insurance… I decided it might be best for me to leave.
I’ve had some great days with them though: taking the boat out to different dive sites, exploring Mallorca’s amazing coastline, learning quite a bit more about diving and this industry (mainly from my colleagues with all their great stories of working all over the world) and getting to know a new, beautiful island. After nearly two months of working 12 hour days without getting paid, surrounded by quite a bit of tension in the dive center (I wasn’t the only one who disagreed with the way things went here, nor the only one who quit…) I had enough.
Thankfully I did make sure to do all the mandatory training, skills and tests to be able to get certified as a divemaster and now, less than two months after arriving in Mallorca, I feel sorry the “job” didn’t work out but definitely not sorry I tried. I met some great people, some interestingly different people, I got to experience a new industry and I ended up on a beautiful island. And therefore I’m staying, for now. I found a new place to live at least for the next month and I now finally have time to explore the island, meet more people and enjoy summer here…
If there is one thing I’ve learnt from traveling and from living abroad it is to be flexible.
Things most of the time don’t work out exactly as you want them to, people can positively surprise you but also, and unfortunately more often, disappoint you… I guess in the end it’s all about how you deal with it.
I also strongly believe you learn from every experience. So instead of seeing a job I’ve quit as something that has failed, I honestly just see it as having tried something new. I’m always grateful to be able to experience something new. And if that something new only lasts for two months… who cares? I got to experience it and I learnt something new… that’s what keeps life interesting!