How I failed at Corporate America

Topic: Business, Personal
Time Investment: 5 Minutes
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Sitting at a cubicle staring into my fourth cup of coffee (no judgment y’all) was not what I wanted.  I had awesome co-workers. wonderful pay. freaking amazing benefits. But all I wanted to do was Office-space-style the copy machine every single time I found myself mindlessly running copies for someone else.  

“This is what you’re supposed to do” I told myself.  You finish high school, graduate college, and get a “big girl” job that your parents can proudly tell all their friends about with a grin the size of the Cheshire Cat’s.

I had that.  In fact, I even had a corporate job that was giving me flexibility to handle my two-year old son’s schedule while my husband was on deployment number-I-have-lost-count-by-this-time to Iraq. 


So why did I feel like a complete and utter failure at Corporate America?


Because it wasn’t meant for me.  I wasn’t cut from the corporate cloth. 

*sigh* Oh well….maybe I haven’t given it enough time. Besides, I can’t quit because they are paying for graduate school.  So I continued on – attending meetings, punching the clock, and even being the annoying co-worker insisting on daily lunches out of the office – just for a little escape and camaraderie.

So I continued on in the corporate environment. Unhappy.  Even though it was supporting the military forces (a great desire of mine), I knew that there had to be more than this.  There had to be a job that had no ceiling. That I could bust through any cap that society deemed to place on me.  

If I wanted to make more money one month I could.

If I wanted to get the praise for my works, then I would receive it – not my boss.

If I wanted to simply skip off and take time for my family – I could without the nerve-wracking pit in stomach when requesting time off from a higher-up.


There had to be more.

And I’m the happiest I have ever been.


So did I fail at Corporate America? Or did Corporate America fail me? It doesn’t really matter.  All that matters is that I chose to break free from what was expected and do what I knew would make me happy.  

So I did it.  I quit.  I developed myself into my own business.  I thought I had this genius idea of helping small business owners, particularly military spouses, with their businesses.  I had the MBA. and then the law degree and bar certification.  Little did I know that many others were doing it already.  Apparently they got the memo at their corporate desk long before I did.  Or else mine got lost in the shuffle of the paperwork and spreadsheets and I was too miserable to notice.  

Either way, I fell behind the curve but I didn’t let that stop me.

So I hustled. And I still hustle.  It never ends. But that doesn’t matter even on the worst days.  Because now I took this “failure” and made it an opportunity to grow.

To make that mark.

To help others.

To be here for my kids.

And most importantly, to be happy.