Home Again: My Journey as a Boomerang Employee
Katie McKenna is back! As an intern, Katie guest-blogged during the summer of 2014, and now she’s boomeranged her way back into the arms of Mother Kronos!
By Katie McKenna
As I drove to Kronos on my (second) first day in 2016, it felt as if things had really come full circle. I passed by Center Elementary School, my old stomping ground, and couldn’t help but think of that quote: “Wherever you go, there you are.” Yup. There I was.
I’m just one of over 180 boomerang employees at Kronos – meaning, I worked at Kronos, left, and came back to work here again. Think about that number for a second: 180. There must be something about this place, about its culture, that makes so many people want to come back.
When I interned at Kronos on the corporate communications team during the summer of 2014, I was so impressed with the program. The marketing interns had an opportunity to attend meetings with lots of different folks within the marketing department, which was how I met Ken Volk and started to understand the role of our creative team. His presentation really piqued my interest, so I asked to meet with a few writers. Their willingness to meet with me and answer all my questions felt very sincere and friendly, which I’d soon recognize to be common characteristics within Kronos culture.
Fast-forward to December 2015: I talked with my writer friends about an opening on their team. Before my interview, I reviewed some quotes I’d jotted down during my internship from other Kronites:
- “Have a vision. Know where you’re going.”
- “Believe in what you’re telling people.”
- “Figure out how to add value to whatever it is you’re doing.”
People always ask me why Kronos is a great place to work. “What do you that mean by that? Free snacks?”
And while we do have free breakfast on Fridays and many other exciting and tangible benefits, the best benefit is when you feel like you belong to a culture that is truly invested in your happiness and success.
Looking out the windows of Center Elementary School, I remember dreaming of the grown up life, watching people in their cars go by and wondering where I’d be traveling some day in business attire, drinking black coffee in the morning like dad and painting mascara on my eyelashes like mom. I’d be a writer, I thought, and escape the confines of science experiments and multiplication tables. I’d be one of those people driving down the road.
You could say I had a vision, and I knew where I was going.