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I left the bookstore (and retail) for good last Sunday. It was a bittersweet thing. I thought I'd leave as quick as I could, skipping all the way home, but that's not what happened. Instead, I hung around longer than I had to, not wanting to leave. It wasn't the store as much as it was the people. I know I'll see most of them on a consistent basis, but it won't be the same. We won't have the same complaints anymore, the same inside jokes. But oh well. The ironic thing is I wanted to leave for good mostly because I didn't want to see Anne so frequently. But when it was time to go, I didn't want to because I was afraid I'd never see her again. This was further compounded by the fact that she gave me a good luck card. This was not expected. There are few things people have given me that affected me as much as this did. She'll never realize how much that meant to me. The memory of that day, and how I felt at that moment, will never leave me. I'm sure of this.
So now I'm at this new job, and so far, so good. The people are beyond nice, I've got my own desk, good benefits, out by 430, what's not to like? Well, for one, she's not there. This is what I'm dealing with now. I've lost my mind completely. I was all set to move on, and when I got out of there, it's only gotten worse. It's hurting my chances of ever appreciating someone else. This girl is too important to me, and it's ruining everything.
So now I'm at this new job, and so far, so good. The people are beyond nice, I've got my own desk, good benefits, out by 430, what's not to like? Well, for one, she's not there. This is what I'm dealing with now. I've lost my mind completely. I was all set to move on, and when I got out of there, it's only gotten worse. It's hurting my chances of ever appreciating someone else. This girl is too important to me, and it's ruining everything.