Dip, Baby, Dip

I don’t have enough fingers to count how many times I’ve overstayed my welcome. The truth is, no matter how tired or flustered I was, I stayed because I had few options. If I had known then what I know now, I would’ve dipped, baby—dipped!

There was a time when I volunteered for an organization, I was genuinely unfit for. My morals didn’t align with management, and my interactions with them felt forced. It reached a point where I took things personally and began to disengage—not just from management but also from my peers. I realized I couldn’t thrive in an environment that didn’t allow me to flourish in my authenticity and creativity. I didn’t like how my charismatic spirit had become diluted because of moral misalignment. I had to ask myself: What’s more important—morals or résumé experience?