Out of sheer curiosity, if I started writing in this thing again, is there anyone who would know? It's been a loooooong time. 

It's funny, people keep wanting to know, how do I feel. How do you feeeel?

I don't rightly know.

How are you supposed to feel after living a job for just long enough that it really became yours, and the employees were your people, and then you just stop, even if it's for a good reason?

I don't regret my decision. My gut tells me it was the right one ( Read more... )

TWO AND A HALF MORE WEEKS. SEVEN MORE SHIFTS.

And then I get to pack up my desk and get the hell out of Dodge. THAT'S RIGHT, I QUIT MY EFFING JOB!! And I've been doing a happy dance since the day I submitted my resignation a week and a half ago and haven't really stopped since. It felt like bad form to announce it elsewhere but I had to say it ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like having this journal is silly, and other times it's nice to be able to put my thoughts down and make them concrete.

The last few weeks have been . . . challenging. I'm going through a grieving process, it seems. When I told my boss what times I would need to be away from work this semester, I was told "that might not work." I ( Read more... )

I've made some decisions recently. First of all - if something is making me THAT miserable, there are very few things in this life that are worth it. I don't need to feel trapped . . . I just need to readjust my priorities to put my own sanity first. I can make the choice to be happy every day, but if it's just that hard to be happy, then I'll ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I'll have to fire my 2nd employee in 6 months. She's been working there for 5 or 6 years but has had a pretty consistent pattern of behavior that should have been addressed long ago. Patricia's already nicknamed me The Terminator. This actually makes me really sad ( Read more... )

I recently talked to a friend going through some marriage difficulties and a trial separation from her husband. Hearing what they're going through sort of feels like a dip into ice water. Pieces of memory float back, snippets of conversation resurfacing. That wasn't that long ago ( Read more... )

("Little Miss Can't be Wrong" comes on the radio)

Laura: Heeey! It's my song!
Erick: As your husband, I categorically deny that this song describes you in any way, shape, or form.
Laura: Brown-noser.

Over the last few months, I've heard more than once something along the lines of "I never thought I'd hear you care about a football game." Yeah, I know. Neither did I. And most of the time I answer with something like "Hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." This is partly true, but there's a lot more to it.

When you live with someone who loves ( Read more... )

"You hit your wall," my manager said. "You felt how they felt. Then you hit your wall, and since then you've done a 180." I didn't know it was that obvious. It's one thing to say you don't care what your employees think of you and to know that it rationally shouldn't matter, but it's an entirely different thing to actually not give a shit. The one ( Read more... )