The Carrot Blog

I was that student - that person who told anyone who would listen to me that I was going to be in HR after graduation. After taking a couple of Human Resources classes I felt this was my destiny. While I may have felt that way, many who interviewed me said ‘well where’s your internship experience?’ My blank stare in response every time I was asked that question almost became the norm. Rejection after rejection I said to hell with interviewing, I’m going to grad school for HR.

I picked out the school (Baruch), started prepping for the GRE, and said ‘Trish this is once again your destiny.’ I was set to take the GRE but had a family planned trip to Barbados in which I would return to the States the day before I was scheduled for the test. The day I was set to leave for Barbados, I was rushed to the ER with spinal bronchitis. This left my sister up to the task to make sure she was to bring all of my necessary materials I needed for the GRE to the hospital while I was holed up there. ‘Never fear’ my sister said, ‘I got you.’

After the doctors were threatened by my loving but feisty mother to release me because we had a plane to catch *(her exact words were ‘carry her onto the plane in her hospital bed regardless what you say she’s going on this flight tomorrow’), I was released late that night straight to the airport (I’m not making this up). My dad and sisters gathered all of our luggages before departing for the airport. After checking and settling in, I asked my sister for my GRE book to which she replied, ‘oh I only bought the GRE prep disk nothing else.’ Wait….WHAT?!

Needless to say I bombed the GRE, didn’t bother applying to Baruch, and shouted ‘to hell with Grad school,’ and that was probably the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me. Fast forward to today...with over 7 years of working in HR in almost every industry (ok I’m exaggerating a little), here I am….your new Manager of People and Culture. It wasn’t an easy road, and there were so many trials and tribulations that I could honestly write a tell-all tale. But with Carrot it’s different, it feels different, and it is different because this is the first time in a very, very, very long time that I feel like I’m home.