The suicidal feelings have fled!
Pier 1 has been taken off my list of places that I would like to destroy. The manager called this morning and left a message and I just called her back.
She offered me a job.
It happened. It finally happened. If all goes well, I’ll be out of Camilla before December. The smile on my face when I hung up the phone was so big and happy that it started to hurt. I’ve got that giddy feeling that I get whenever I watch Ewan movies. I keep randomly bursting into little fits of laughter. Such an incredible change from last Saturday’s depression.
I go in on Monday for four hours of training. Dear Lord, let me like it. If I like it, then I’ll hand my incompetent boss my two week notice and Saturday, November 23rd will be my last day at the hell that is Camilla. After 6 1/2 very long, very monotonous, incredibly painful years, I will be able to finally burn my uniform shirt thingie in a blaze of glory.
And there will be pictures. Oh yes, many many pictures of that blaze of freedom. When I get that scanner, I will share the freedom with everyone.
Now I’m off to feel incredibly cheerful for the first time in months. And the water is back on. I just can’t use my shower. I’ll have to use my parents’ gross shower but nothing is going to ruin my mood at the moment. Not even a creepy, dank, mildewy shower.
She offered me a job.
It happened. It finally happened. If all goes well, I’ll be out of Camilla before December. The smile on my face when I hung up the phone was so big and happy that it started to hurt. I’ve got that giddy feeling that I get whenever I watch Ewan movies. I keep randomly bursting into little fits of laughter. Such an incredible change from last Saturday’s depression.
I go in on Monday for four hours of training. Dear Lord, let me like it. If I like it, then I’ll hand my incompetent boss my two week notice and Saturday, November 23rd will be my last day at the hell that is Camilla. After 6 1/2 very long, very monotonous, incredibly painful years, I will be able to finally burn my uniform shirt thingie in a blaze of glory.
And there will be pictures. Oh yes, many many pictures of that blaze of freedom. When I get that scanner, I will share the freedom with everyone.
Now I’m off to feel incredibly cheerful for the first time in months. And the water is back on. I just can’t use my shower. I’ll have to use my parents’ gross shower but nothing is going to ruin my mood at the moment. Not even a creepy, dank, mildewy shower.