After the typical chitchat covering respective travel and significant others, I finally got around to asking: “how’s the bank?”
She got me up to date on the recent hirings and firings; who got promoted and who up and left.
And then she admitted what I had no idea she felt:
“I want to leave,” she confessed, “but I feel stuck.”
My heart fell – because up until that point, I thought she liked the gig.
I pointed out to her that few people are as stuck as they feel, and that the perfect job is out there for her. “Believe me when I tell you, it doesn’t have to be this way.”
She came back with the obvious reasons against it: a comfortable salary and weeks of upcoming planned vacation.
“If I keep my head down and ignore most of it,” she explained, “I can coast by for now… until I can figure it out.”
After we talked about it, she ultimately signed off with, “welcome to my life.”
I responded by reminding her, “I know. It was once mine too.”