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Someone else's stupidity that completely changed my life in a year
I want to share my story. I spent four years working at a bank in a junior position, making $38,000 a year. At one point, I got an offer from another bank, but my team begged me to stay. And honestly, I loved that place—I had clients who felt like family. I even went to some of their weddings and christenings.
So I stayed. Two months later, I asked for a raise—I wanted $44,000. They turned me down. “Not the right time,” they said. My old manager honestly didn’t understand why I wasn’t happy. Then I overheard her telling a colleague that “all I care about is money.”
That same evening, I met up with a friend. He told me again—like he had before—“You’d be amazing in sales. People love you. Why don’t you join us as an SDR?”
Right then, as he said that, I got a text from my daughter. She wanted a trendy Bratz doll and a big cheesecake for her birthday. And I didn’t have enough for the cheesecake. I had just paid all the bills and cleared some old debts. My heart sank—I cried all the way home.
Later I found out that the new job would pay me $60,000 a year, with bonuses up to $80,000. I said yes.
Fast forward a year: I’m now making $130,000. Yesterday I went to an event for local banking professionals and ran into my old manager. She looked me up and down with this mix of surprise and envy, and instead of a hello, she said, “Well, I guess you’re doing pretty well now.”
As we were talking, my friend—the one who gave me the job—walked over and said loudly:
“Oh, you’re here to congratulate Danelia? She’s crushing it, hitting incredible numbers! We’re planning to promote her again!”
My old manager forced a smile, shook my hand, and muttered a congratulations through her teeth.
I didn’t need that revenge, but it still felt good. Later I heard she’d been fired months ago because all the top employees quit under her. And honestly, I’ll never understand why she acted like that. It wouldn’t have cost her anything to give me those extra $6,000 a year. Instead, she lost a loyal employee.
But I walked away with a priceless lesson: when you’ve outgrown a role, don’t try to squeeze yourself back into a doghouse—no matter how comfortable it once felt.
Now I can buy my daughter ten dolls at once and cheesecakes every single day if she wants them.
Someone else's stupidity that completely changed my life in a year
I want to share my story. I spent four years working at a bank in a junior position, making $38,000 a year. At one point, I got an offer from another bank, but my team begged me to stay. And honestly, I loved that place—I had clients who felt like family. I even went to some of their weddings and christenings.
So I stayed. Two months later, I asked for a raise—I wanted $44,000. They turned me down. “Not the right time,” they said. My old manager honestly didn’t understand why I wasn’t happy. Then I overheard her telling a colleague that “all I care about is money.”
That same evening, I met up with a friend. He told me again—like he had before—“You’d be amazing in sales. People love you. Why don’t you join us as an SDR?”
Right then, as he said that, I got a text from my daughter. She wanted a trendy Bratz doll and a big cheesecake for her birthday. And I didn’t have enough for the cheesecake. I had just paid all the bills and cleared some old debts. My heart sank—I cried all the way home.
Later I found out that the new job would pay me $60,000 a year, with bonuses up to $80,000. I said yes.
Fast forward a year: I’m now making $130,000. Yesterday I went to an event for local banking professionals and ran into my old manager. She looked me up and down with this mix of surprise and envy, and instead of a hello, she said, “Well, I guess you’re doing pretty well now.”
As we were talking, my friend—the one who gave me the job—walked over and said loudly:
“Oh, you’re here to congratulate Danelia? She’s crushing it, hitting incredible numbers! We’re planning to promote her again!”
My old manager forced a smile, shook my hand, and muttered a congratulations through her teeth.
I didn’t need that revenge, but it still felt good. Later I heard she’d been fired months ago because all the top employees quit under her. And honestly, I’ll never understand why she acted like that. It wouldn’t have cost her anything to give me those extra $6,000 a year. Instead, she lost a loyal employee.
But I walked away with a priceless lesson: when you’ve outgrown a role, don’t try to squeeze yourself back into a doghouse—no matter how comfortable it once felt.
Now I can buy my daughter ten dolls at once and cheesecakes every single day if she wants them.