Fired

      I guess I’m not really surprised. I gave them everything I had until I broke down because there was nothing left for me to give. I guess I’ve learned a lot.

People at work are not your friends.

Keep everything to yourself at work, because everyone is going to find out everything anyways.

Always put your own health before your job, or you will lose your job completely.

I don’t know, I guess that’s all I really have to say about that. Right now, I’m just reflecting. I will have to move forward. I’m not sure what steps I will take, really. More than anything I want to travel. I don’t know how I’m going to do that exactly. But I’ve got to make it happen.

The sky’s the limit, I guess. I’m still sad, and ending chapter is always sad. Once the next one begins, it’s always exciting.

Some people really do just want to take you down though. A lot of people wanted my position. A lot of people hated me for how quickly I moved up. No previous retail experience. I think they enjoyed watching me fail. Whether that was the thing that did me in… I guess I’ll never know.

     Maybe it was more than that. Maybe I was never cut out for it at all? Or maybe I was just overworked? I’d like to ask R. His opinion matters to me. Either way, you know what, I knew for a fact that I could walk out of that building, KNOWING beyond a shadow of doubt that I gave it everything I had. And that’s something I should be proud of.