I started dating the woman who’s now my wife at 19. One summer in college, I stayed in Atlanta to spend more time with her. The only hiccup in this otherwise perfect plan: I needed a job. I was supporting myself and couldn’t afford to live in the city.
So, I started asking around and was eventually hired as an intern with an Atlanta-based construction company. Twenty years later, I’m a VP at that same company.
I’ve realized a job isn’t just about paying the bills. It’s about having relationships (and friendships, if you’re lucky) with your employer and coworkers.