In just over a month I will have been a management consultant for four years. It’s kind of a shock, and yet anticlimatic. I will have spent as many years out of college as I spent in college. I will have made it through four years in an industry I never expected to be in. Time will tell how I will look back upon these years, I hope I remember a period of growth and happiness.
Unlike last year, I am no longer embarressed to say I’m a management consultant – it’s taken me quite a while to get used to the idea, and be ok with the opportunity cost.
A few weeks ago, for the first time, I packed a week’s worth of clothes in a wheeled cabin bag. It was kind of hilarious. Unlike George Clooney’s smooth-wheeling consultant in “Up In The Air”, I was a bundle of left feet and uncoordinated wheels. I tripped over the bag a couple of times, I bumped into other people, I managed to have it fall off a handcart. Best of all, I managed to forget my bag at the security checkpoint and only remembered just before I boarded the plane. When I hurried back to get it, the guards were looking suspiciously at the unlabelled bag sitting abandoned on the X-ray machine.
Four years on the job, guess I’m a late-bloomer in this respect.