Don’t Quit Your Corporate Job And Move To Paris

Jul. 27, 2011
Lindsey enjoys walking pugs in the Texas heat and Arnold Palmers on the rocks.

But it sounds so glamorous, right? Like the kind of thing you dream about when you’re sitting in your gray, windowless cubicle pounding on your crappy keyboard and the highlight of your day is the burrito you’re going to eat for lunch.

I was one of those people for a couple years. I worked in the public relations department of a Fortune 500 company  right out of college and quickly learned office politics and personal development and syncing Outlook to my iPhone and checking my work email on Saturday mornings and “downloading” people on missed meetings and “following up” and “action items” and all that other bullshit that takes over your life and is never taught in college.

I think most middle class kids who graduate from college these days have an unjustified sense of entitlement and an all too starry-eyed vision of their future (or at least I did). In school we are told the world is our oyster and that if we work hard enough, we will get the editorial assistant job at The New Yorker or the junior copywriter job at sexy ad agencies like Weiden + Kennedy. And some of us do happen to meet the right people at the right time and live these so-called glamorous lives. But most of us don’t. We have to take the first job that pays us enough money to get out of our parent’s house and we take our seat at a glowing box every morning and wait for the glorious future of success and money to come and it never does.

So after two years of spending my weekends traveling for work with married colleagues and missing friend’s birthdays, I walked into my boss’s office, laid down a letter of resignation, and promptly burst into tears. In hindsight, it was probably one of the best jobs I would ever get and one of the most understanding managers I’d ever report to.

But unfortunately, I believed that I was a free spirit and needed to be sipping un café in a cafe somewhere on the Left Bank looking like a much sexier version of Gertrude Stein. A friend of a friend of a friend recommended I take over her au pair position in a month–so off to Paris I went.  What could be hard about taking care of two adorable little French children, living in the maid’s quarters, cooking delicious cassoulets and ratatouille every night, and basically being a really badass Mary Poppins? A lot, actually. A lot could be hard.

Frankly, I was too old to be an au pair. Most of the other American girls I met doing the same thing were 18, fresh off the farm in Iowa, and experiencing their first time away from parental restrictions and sexual inhibitions. They looked at Paris with clear, un-jaded eyes and embraced the dirty streets, the expensive macaroons, even the men leering in the streets. When you’re 18 and in Europe for the first time, everything is romantic, even the man masturbating outside your apartment on a Friday night. (Yup, that happened my second night in the city of lights.)

I was a terrible au pair. I had barely babysat in my youth, and the kids were bratty and uncontrollable. I would lose myself in books while they threw sand in each other’s eyes on the playground, and would desperately watch the clock for when the parents would come home and relieve me of this hell.

Sometimes I would catch myself in a self-pity Cinderella sob while I was sweeping their floors after dinner. “What am I doing with my life?” I would wonder as I threw their poopy underwear in the washing machine. I had a college degree! Two months ago I was traveling to conferences and giving presentations on Twitter! I used to make car payments and go out to nice dinners! Goddammit, I used to be somebody!

And now…I was a second-class citizen. I vowed when I made it back to America, I would look every nanny and housekeeper and janitor in the eye and give them the respect I never had before. Living in a foreign country and working as “the help” was deeply humbling. My French family would lock their kitchen when they went out of town–I guess to ensure that I wouldn’t eat their stale Camembert or guzzle their Lillet Blanc. (And, let’s be honest, I was so poor I probably would have.)

After five months I quit and caught a plane back to the United States. I came back dejected, embarrassed, and broke. My biggest fear was that people would laugh at me. I had tried to do the romantic Lost Generation thing and failed–miserably. There was no novel out of this experience, no French lovers, no Julie Delpy best friend–just an extra twenty pounds around my fat American waist because I ate my feelings in croissants every morning.

It took months of living at home and hating myself and applying for menial jobs to realize that there is no magic answer for your twenties. Envying your successful friends in New York or aspiring to be your noble friend in the Peace Corps or lusting after the attractive vice president at your company gets you nowhere. The quickest way to feel like shit is to compare yourself to others.

I don’t regret quitting my job. I was burned out and I needed to leave before I started setting things on fire. I don’t regret going to Paris. It took away the gauzy veil of Europe’s romanticism and made me realize I’m far more American (and Texan) than I thought I was. But I do regret taking people and stability and love for granted during that time in my life. And cashing in my 401(k) in a moment of panicky fuck-it attitude. That was pretty stupid.

But as I begin to rebuild my life back in my hometown, I try to focus my energy on being a good daughter, a good friend, a good coworker, and (hopefully one day) a good girlfriend. You don’t have to have everything figured out by the time you’re 25. Or 35. Or 45. You just need to appreciate the hour that you’re living and figure out what you really love and then find or create a job doing that and then somehow not fall into the self-pity trap that so many of us create. Get off the Internet. Go for a walk. Read a book. Watch the world news and realize how stupid lucky you are. You don’t have to go to Paris to find yourself. Or maybe you do. But seriously, don’t cash in that 401(k). That’s just dumb. TC mark

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  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=707272007 Alex Thayer

    is it ok to never have a corporate job and move to paris?

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1363230138 Michael Koh

    I thought Americans would learn not to go to Paris after Henry Miller, but people call me stupid all the time for that. 

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1363230138 Michael Koh

    you don’t speak french bro

  • Kennyetta Dillon

    I like this. It made me feel better about life. 

  • Kennyetta Dillon

    I like this. It made me feel better about life. 

  • Giancarlo Di Rezze

    I really enjoyed this. I’ve been struggling for so long with what I want to do with myself and have been realizing more and more that moving away isn’t necessarily going to fix my problems.

    I like how you came to realize that you are more an American and Texan. Sometimes I feel that way about my hometown too… I feel like I was meant to live where I live.

  • Amber

    Couldn’t you have gotten a real job in Paris with your corporate experience? Anyway really liked this article , definitely more well written than most articles on TG these days. 

  • Mr Shankly

    Take away the overused cliche inspirational soundbites, or just the last paragraph in its entirety, and this is a pretty okay piece. I’m glad that spending less than half a year in somewhere other than your hometown gave you such invaluable life experience that you felt it necessary to preach the secrets of happiness to all us naive unworldly readers. Still, if it’s made you happy then I’m happy.

    Oh, and I’m glad you noticed me masturbating outside your apartment. You should come back to Paris some time, doll.

  • Mr Shankly

    Take away the overused cliche inspirational soundbites, or just the last paragraph in its entirety, and this is a pretty okay piece. I’m glad that spending less than half a year in somewhere other than your hometown gave you such invaluable life experience that you felt it necessary to preach the secrets of happiness to all us naive unworldly readers. Still, if it’s made you happy then I’m happy.

    Oh, and I’m glad you noticed me masturbating outside your apartment. You should come back to Paris some time, doll.

  • gazeclear

    this is so poignant and relevant, everyone thinks about this, sometimes every day (at least I do), why are we wasting our youth away at a desk, at a job we don’t really care about? we get crazy ideas, that may or may not make sense in the real world.
    thank you for writing this, at this particular moment, when we’re not young enough to be completely carefree but not old enough to settle and not try new things.
    you tried, you learned, you’re grateful, not bitter

  • Canon

    Stuff on TG just sucks don’t it, thank Jebus we have TC.

  • Anonymous

    I too work a corporate job all day and have dreamt of Paris (or anywhere). I really liked this and felt it was relevant to my life. Maybe it’s better to keep the corporate job and vacation in Paris instead…

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=707272007 Alex Thayer

    i didn’t speak spanish when i moved to spain

    ZING

  • http://maxwellchance.wordpress.com Duke Holland of Gishmale

    Ahah! This is awesome! I usually find myself dreaming of quitting my engineering job, selling my beach-side town house, cashing in my 401k and moving to Sydney, Australia to become a bike courier. Thank you for experience! And awesomely written. 

  • http://somuchtocome.blogspot.com Aja

    I’m happy you wrote this.  I probably needed to hear it.  My dreams have been carrying my away lately.  

  • Shana Ramandi

    As a recent college graduate working at my third internship and currently seeking full-time employment, THIS ARTICLE IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE! I could not agree with this post more! Love reading and relating to other! :-)

  • Thesharedself

    Man, I so needed to read that this morning (as I sit at my desk job, discontent). Thank you.

  • Jordan

    Phew, considering the bunch who contribute to TC I thought this would be a humblebrag of sorts, telling readers YOU shouldn’t leave the US for Paris but look what *I* did and how hard (awesome) it was.  A pleasant surprise!

    I liked the realism and message in this.  I think Emerson wrote that people shouldn’t travel in order to find themselves, your happiness isn’t necessarily across an ocean or in a bigger city, it should be within you.

    I still want to have a vacation in Paris though, romanticism isn’t lost on me!  I just won’t move there.

  • Anonymous

    Just to be clear….. the “Paris” in this article is Paris, Texas…. right? 

  • beth

    oh my god this was really good

  • Meganegibson

    I am definitely one of those disillusioned college graduates…and I am 28 years old. I don’t know what it is-or was about my generation, and I am not blaming the way my parents brought me up, but I definitely didn’t even consider that my future would be anything as disappointing as it is. I relate to this article 100%. 

  • Calla

    Ok, what a dick. Calm down.

  • John Cortes

    Glad you have learned from this experience and could give some insight on being an au pair in Paris, but as soon as I read “au pair,” I felt you were doing it wrong.

  • Sal

    An extremely enjoyable read this was.

  • Amber

    Thanks for the typo catch!

  • http://michaelynch.com Michael Lynch

    Being a recent graduate having made the move to an agency as a web developer, I can definitely relate to this. It’s inspiring to hear about someone who, fed up with the office environment much like myself, had the balls to escape it.

    Of course, it’s also interesting to hear how that panned out, although my idea of Paris is London, ON doing a masters in philosophy (reading and writing all day on my own time just sounds so great) so I’m not quite sure how my experience would compare.

    Alas, I suppose the grass will always be greener on the other side. Maybe one day I will find out for myself.

  • http://staugustinian.wordpress.com/ STaugustine

    You just picked the wrong city! It can be done.

  • Random

    The reasons for moving away always make me wary of Americans who choose to live abroad for no particular reason besides they haven’t grown up yet.

  • http://twitter.com/isabelAmaris85 Isabel Ramirez

    Wow… this is just me allover! Why is this happening to our generation? Bunch of 26′s-28′s years old just lost…

    Thank you for this, I need it.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=10036647 Aimee Vondrak

    lolol

  • http://www.nosexcity.com NoSexCity

    +1

  • http://www.nosexcity.com NoSexCity

    The only time I’ve ever debated cashing out my 401k was to get the hell out of the big city & go to Africa to feed starving children. Because they’d be a lot more well-behaved than those bratty little Frenchies, right?

  • SarahW

    hell yes about finding out how awesome being from Texas is. I’m traveling Europe right now and all I want is a Torchy Taco, a margarita from Azul Tequila and the greenbelt. Oh! I’d also do unspeakable things for a bottle Lone Star… sad. i know.

  • Guest

    A real, sincere article. Whoo! Thank you for your honesty.

  • MillaG

    Nice article. I am glad you don’t regret it. I think everyone should do that crazy thing that they long to do.

    I left my unfulfilling job and moved to Paris. And, guess what? I am still here two years later, doing a… somewhat less unfulfilling job. But hey it’s Paris which makes it soooo much better, right?

    I’ll probably go back home one day, but I’ll never regret moving here when I did.

  • Danieljsoul

    Every awake alcoholic already knows this:

    No matter where you go, there you are.

  • Guesty

    What’s a better reason?

  • Guesty

    I would blow someone for a Lone Star right now.  I don’t care.  

  • Dgp09

    Loved this article!

  • Mr Shankly

    I wasn’t trying to be mean about it, it just seemed unnecessary.

  • Mr Shankly

    I wasn’t trying to be mean about it, it just seemed unnecessary.

  • http://samanthashorey.blogspot.com Sam

    Lindsey, I’m writing this from my gray windowless office. It’s 10 oclock and I’m already thinking about what I’m having for lunch.  And after reading this I feel like someone has staged an intervention. I was playing the “I’m going to move away to ___” game with myself duing my commute in this morning.

    This was a fantastic read, spot on and honest. Thanks.

  • dchan

    it’s hard to get a “real” job in paris as an american because to get a visa (other than an au pair or student visa) you basically have to prove that you are doing a job a french person couldn’t do.  such as teaching english.  but getting a work visa is a crazy catch-22 process with lots of red tape.  a french company won’t/cannot legally hire you if you don’t have a visa already and the prefecture won’t give you a visa if you don’t already have an “embauchement” (proof of employment).

  • http://CameronPlommer.com Cameron Plommer

    Great stuff that everybody in their twenties needs to hear.

    “I was one of those people for a couple years. I worked in the public relations department of a Fortune 500 company  right out of college and quickly learned office politics and personal development and syncing Outlook to my iPhone and checking my work email on Saturday mornings and “downloading” people on missed meetings and “following up” and “action items” and all that other bullshit that takes over your life and is never taught in college.”

    I wonder if their is a market for helping people adjust/cope to the workplace.  Thoughts?

  • guest

    I’m a college student studying public relations. Graduating and ending up in a corporate job that I hate is one of my biggest fears to be honest. I wonder if working for a nonprofit would make me hate life less, even if it meant dealing with a shitty salary

  • Anonymous

    Great.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=539592740 Viktoriya Gaponski

    I will thank my mom from stopping me going to France. and thank you!

  • ariel

    I did the same thing, kind of! I quit my really awesome job I got out of college that gave me health benefits and gave me a damn good pay check for easy work to move to Germany and work as a waitress on an air force base. It was actually pretty awesome, I loved the traveling until one day I got sick. I spent all my money on German doctors and had to come home because I didn’t get better. So now I’m living at home in the spare room, going to doctors here, broke and will have to start over. 

    Oh well, that’s life. At least I met a nice guy while I was over there.

  • Anonymous

    The nonprofit world has just as much BS/office politics as the for-profit world and it ends up being just a job like anything else.

  • http://vivamaturity.wordpress.com/ Daniela

    Torchys <3

  • http://mannaarie.tumblr.com/ Manna Arie

    I think your main problem was the whole au pair thing.

  • MB1015

    Totally, and usually half the pay versus corporate / agency PR

  • http://twitter.com/kyleangeletti Kyle Angeletti

    Your idea of Paris is London, ON? 

    Being from London, ON – get on a plane and live your life, bro.

  • http://twitter.com/kyleangeletti Kyle Angeletti

    I agree. 

  • http://twitter.com/kyleangeletti Kyle Angeletti

    I’m glad you learned your lesson. I’ve learned lessons the hard way too. 

    My foresight is way better now. 

  • http://michaelynch.com Michael Lynch

    I’ve been to Paris a few times and I lived in London for five years. I much preferred London.

  • http://twitter.com/kyleangeletti Kyle Angeletti

    Different strokes I guess. It was probably the people you met and had in your life in London. London is full of great people. 

  • Lolita

    I like the idea of this article, but I think you’ve effectively refuted your own point. You say what you shouldn’t have done (quit that job) but then you go on to say that you don’t regret quitting your job or moving to Paris. And isn’t that one of the finest points of being young (and semi-privileged)? Making irrational decisions that are not completely irreversible? Sorry, but I say move to Paris every time. Even when you come back, you still have the experience to build on. And the corporate job still sucks.

  • http://twitter.com/megliz Megan Adams

    having the balls to uproot and move to the other side of the world takes a lot of courage.  it’s a huge decision.  a grown up decision.  

  • Guest

    me too! minus the guy. totally relate to it. it was great to have it kind of explained to me.
     

  • EP

    I’m so glad I have the sense to not be an au pair when I move to France. Teaching assistantship and graduate school in France, here I come!

  • ed

    If Only You Could Be Boring

  • simplicity

    This sounds so much like me, except I’m still in Paris and loving it

  • SueBeDoo

    great piece.  I actually did just that – quit my corporate job and moved overseas (to Australia) – now been here 10+ years and absolutely love it (although still have the corporate job, but hey, it’s in another country!)

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1712117106 Jocelyn ‘Cherry Bomb’ Duncan

    I like this article. It’s a realistic depiction of what is most likely going  to happen when I drop everything and move Rome. However, and this may be the 17 year old in me, it’s not enough  stop me. It just motivates me to make a better plan because the current one:

    1. Move FAR away
    2. ???
    3. Profit!

    apparently is not gonna cut it in the real world.

  • heehee

    Yo Jocelyn, definitely don’t let it stop you. I moved to London last year and it was the best decision of my life. I’m at home with the culture, I’ve found the first friends I can actually see myself still hanging out with in 20 years, I’ve got my life together. If you’re not happy in the culture/location that you’re in, always explore – people are always saying life isn’t always fun, but that’s not the way it has to be. You DON’T have to be in a place that you don’t love, you can go anywhere. The world is your mother fucking oyster. As long as you can COMPLETELY give up your American culture to adopt your new (Roman) one, you can do it, you will love it, and you will succeed.

    and here’s a big fat FUCK YOU to the author for (probably unintentionally) implying this is what happens when you leave home/America. Writers on this site need to be a lot more “this applies to me, don’t think it applies to you” when writing serious pieces like this 

  • heehee

    this is not the universal truth on leaving home – just so the people getting discouraged about moving abroad know. this chick’s shit planning and typical American inability to adapt and adopt a new way of life were her downfall. if you want to go abroad because you don’t like where you come from, or the culture you come from you’re in the right – if you’re going because you think Paris is glamorous, you’re going to regret it

  • Greg

    I know you succeeded in this post, because you made me simultaneously hate you (you sound like Paris Hilton #whitegirlproblems)love you(I’m also in my twenties with zero direction in life AND no college degree). good piece

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1712117106 Jocelyn ‘Cherry Bomb’ Duncan

    Thanks for the reinforcement dude. Fuck this country.

  • Natalia

    the due respect to the writer and those who identify themselves with the text, but i think you’ve got sad words and mistaken thoughts. aparently you, writer, and i, did similar choices and took the same route, however our attitudes are completely opposite. 1 year and 4 months ago i left my beloved apartment where i lived the best days of my college life. i left my family, my little sis, my friends. left my 13 years old dog and i wanna believe she will be there when i get back. my little cousins are growing and i’m not there to watch it. i left my master’s degree. i left all the most important things for me, i left my quite and nice life in my country to be “a second-class citizen”, to be an au pair in america. i’m not trying to make a drama, i want the people to know there’re others and amazing versions of your story. i’m not a liar so no longer i can say that being an au pair it’s my kind of job, my degree is a lot far from it. however i took this program (yes, it’s a program of work + study as any other; i payed to be part of it; i’m not trying to get married with an american guy for christ’s sake) as a personal experience, of all kinds, and to improve my poor english skills was the main point. i’m going home in 5 months and i’ll tell you, it was the best decision i could have taken when i was just like you, lost in my own life. no idea about how much you know or how much you care about kids but what i know is: there’s no money to pay the love that invades your heart when a  1 year old little girl, who barely speaks 20 words, run to you saying “i love you”. it’s not about career, it’s not about money, it’s not about how many times you had to let your pride aside. it’s about human relationships, it’s about you let the others add good values to your life and about you acting the same way. i’m definetely not a romantic person but i still believe in it, even and especially between different languages and cultures. and if you and your host kids didn’t get along at all, well, you know…the little ones learn by watching you, after all, you get what you give. now it comes your impressions about paris…i’m just chocked! but probably cause i’ve so many plans and dreams to run this world that do not fit me. some people just dont have the maturity, or they’re not ready, or they don’t have the sincere desire to try a totally different life for a while. it’s not easy at all, you have to open your mind…otherwise, “in my country we used to be like blablabla” will be the same talk ever. and i didn’t mentioned the all diferent and interesting people and places you get to know, i would have to spent all night long talking about it. writer, think about it before you give your advices, i just think you weren’t born to run. my grandma always says “education and life experience are the only things that no one can grab from you”, and believe me, she’s is an incredible woman :) think about the bright side and look back with fondness on everything you can, it was not a waste of time.

  • Natalia

    sorry about this, didn’t mean to get that long. i just couldn’t shut up my mouth!

  • samnyc

    thank you for sharing this story. i have a glamorous NYC advertising job that most, if not all of my friends, are envious of. i sometimes, and by sometimes i mean constantly, dream of quitting and getting on a plane  to go to (insert cliched european fantasy here) – and you have pretty much convinced me why i shouldn’t.

    thank you, thank you, thank you.

  • benice

    You reading it is unnecessary. Cut a girl some slack for trying to find her way in life and having the courage or the good humor to write about it.  She’s young.  I’m sure her writing and her experiences will grow with time.  Everyone has to start somewhere, and she seems like she’s off to a pretty good start to me.  

  • Mark22

    this was an excellent article, i agree

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