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[jessamiah]

Every now and then I remember my old job.
It hurts.
I remember how long I was there, the comfort I took in routines and familiar faces.
And oh it hurts.
I remember how it felt to have keys to the store, to be trusted, to be reliable and knowledgable. To help customers, to satisfy them. To teach them and assist them.
I miss typing in my password,

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[_aasshhlleeyy_]

I feel that way about my old job at the hotel too. They treated me like crap, BUT if I would have stood up for myself a bit more, I may have been able to get what I wanted (or at least some sort of compromise - maybe not ALL the hours, but have them split or something). I was just so upset about what they did that I didn't have the confidence to speak up like I could have/should have. And I quit. I really loved that job, and it bothers me that I had to quit a job I loved because of someone else.

GRRRR. I feel ya.

[cloud_atlas]

Hey I'm going to respond to your email today. I've worked 12 hr days since we chatted and haven't had time to sit at the computer. I'll add you on facebook too!