"I had always had this vision in my head that one day I’d sit down and write my resignation. I thought about what I would say and how they would react to it, I thought about how I would defend myself if it was questioned, and yes, I even thought about the speech I would make at my farewell party. Some days I would sit at a booth and stare out the window daydreaming about what life would be like outside my cage made of metal and glass. For years I had always said I was going to leave and for years I watched as people before me spread their wings and fly far away from a life of three twenty-five an hour and cheap tippers. No one took me seriously when I would talk about it. Hell, I barely believed myself sometimes. But it was this vision in my head that told me to be patient; my time would come when I was ready for it. Then one day I snatched a piece of paper from the printer and sat at the third booth from the door and wrote the words: “To Whom It May Concern . . . “at the top of the page. . . ."
I finally have found the time to jot my thoughts down long enough to post a sneak peek of what I'm working on. Get ready to enter a world that this veteran of the food industry has never ventured out into before, but that means leaving behind all that I knew. Find out how this story ends!
Xoxo.
B.
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