The 17th of May is a sacred day for many Norwegians. It is the day of the Norwegian constitution, which heroically even more sacred, since it remarks the independence from the Swedish kingdom, and then from the Danish kingdom, and back again to the Swedes (the Danish and the Swedish kingdoms were constantly in war back then; and when the Danes chose a wrong guy, a.k.a Napoleon, in one of the wars, they had to hand over Norway, in tears, to their viking brother across the Øresund channel – the Swedes).
The Norwegian constitution (May 17, 1814) is an inspiration for the danish constitution (June 5, 1849). In Denmark, the constitution also remarks the end of the absolute monarchy in the country. However, because Denmark had been for ages being a wealthy powerful kingdom, the constitution has merely been seen as an noble moment at the parliament by many danes; it does not carry the same emotional degree as the constitution in Norway, which seen by many as a symbol of freedom and sovereignty. That is why the norwegians around the world dedicate the 17th of may as a holiday to celebrate, throw party, dress in bunad (norwegian traditional dress), parade along the street while waving the norwegian flag, and enjoy massive amounts of beers and foods (including the classic pølse og lompe: a grill sausage, wrap in oat bread & soft ice). On the contrary, the celebration scene like this is hardly found during the constitutional day in Denmark.
I just left my job as a category manager at a consumers online review company in Europe. Few months before I finally left this post, I had been searching a new job around Copenhagen – online and offline (through networks and newspaper). In addition to financial security reason (mortgage, living cost, and a requirement to survive as an immigrant in Denmark), self-confidence wise, I could not imagine quitting a job without another new job being ready. I was simply too nervous not knowing what I would do or would be, without a new job. And I hate the idea of claiming my unemployment insurance.
This post was originally meant to share about my new job. But then something strucked me and deviated me to write something else.
Feeling nervous not knowing what one would do or would be, without a new job. There must many people who have experienced the same feeling as I did when they were about to resign from their old job or when they were in-between jobs. What are we without a job title?
After thinking carefully for months, I finally decided to resign from my job as a category manager at a B2B SaaS & online media company in Denmark (let’s call this company as “XYZ”). It was not an easy decision. In fact, I happened to ignore my psychologist’ suggestion to leave this post and search for a new job as I insisted myself that I like the job (I do!) despite the management style which placed me in limbo, not knowing where my career would progress.
Centrally located in Copenhagen, “XYZ” is an appeal for many who dream to work in the city center. The company consists of many young people, with a young, informal spirit. It is a very international workplace, with a sort of laid-back culture and tons of parties, dining out, and team events to spoil the employees. A close-knit company where you know almost all your colleagues who carry a pride of the products they are managing. So, why on earth did I leave the company?