Thirty-two years. That's how long I calculated I had been working with no breaks (other than the standard couple of weeks' vacation each year). It was a defining moment, as I sat in my cubicle tallying it all up. Had I realized at 15 that I would have the rest of my life to work, I might not have been in such a hurry to enter the workforce. But then again, my solid work ethic is a big part of who I am, and I wouldn't take anything for all I've learned on every job -- good and bad.
Fast-forward to now. In the six weeks since my defining moment, I gave three weeks' notice and resigned from my job, started my own creative services company, and I got married -- not necessarily in order of importance. Now, I'm embracing a new chapter in my life, one where I get up each day excited about what's in store. I am a creative. I've been a square peg trying to fit into the round hole of corporate and agency life for far too long. It's time I afforded myself the opportunity to work in the schedule and environment that are the best fit for me. Translation: I can work in my PJs and fuzzy slippers from 6 p.m. to 2 a.m. if I want.
The American work culture is unfortunately so focused on butts in chairs and hours on the clock, we've lost sight of what's truly important: quality. When you're empowered to do your best work without being micromanaged, something really cool happens: you DO your best work. It ain't rocket science, but for some reason, it eludes most of today's upper-level management. But, I digress.
So, all that being said, I'm happy to announce the birth of my latest baby: Zambon Creative. I'm here, ready to create. Put me to work.