Everyone knows I pose no flight risk.
Even my manager, mid-appraisal, felt able to openly state I could easily double my salary elsewhere.
They know by now that money isn’t my primary motivator. Had it been, they suppose, I would have been long-gone.
Of course, this was the preamble to an acknowledgement of arrangements others would apparently die for: a solid family life.
I have reflected on this, too. Every time I ponder moving on, it comes back to this: would I swap these arrangements for a lengthy commute?
Others who prioritised their career over all else, I am told, wish they occupied my shoes, and would willingly give up all the wealth and status in exchange.
I don’t really think this is true, though. The big house and nice car are equally valuable to most. Why else do we feel house-envy while on video calls with our colleagues?
The truth of the matter is that everyone knows I’m going nowhere. I’ve worked for this employer so long that I am almost an institution. If I had wanted something else, I would have pursued it.
No, they’re right, I pose no flight risk at all.
Last modified: 22 September 2024
