It's amazing to me how much I miss my old job sometimes. Yes the stress headaches are gone, but so are the constant jokes, the weekly lunch meetings, the established routine, and the satisfaction of seeing my hard work in print. I felt like I was a part of something special, one of the few who were allowed to go behind the scenes of things. Now I'm just me. Boring, lazy me.
I'm upset because there is still so much I want to do with my writing, and I wasted a great opportunity to do it. I see that now. I almost feel stupid for saying this, but I'd jump back into my old position in a heartbeat, even after how horribly things ended with the company.
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The random ruminations of a raw fish junkie
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"I write, not for the sake of glory, not for the sake of fame, not for the sake of success, but for the sake of my soul." - Rachel Joy Scott
A few of my favorite things
- the sisters
- coffee
- coupons
- Luke
- text messages
- WSU
- burritos
- big purses
- Keith Urban
- summer
- tulips
- bowling
- flip flops
1 comment:
Either that's normal or we're both freaks. Sometimes I actually dream that I work at The Wal again. Even though they ended up screwing me over but good, and even though it was stupid retail, and even though I hated it.... There was a part of me that was really proud of what I accomplished. I was making good money, I was in a position where I was trusted, I made people's lives just a little better because I was GOOD at what I did. It was like, when I lost my job, I lost all the ground I thought I'd made towards making an adult out of myself. Now I feel like a stupid kid again; I might as well move back in with my parents and have done with it.
K
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