"It was done, my resignation was written. I kept reading the small paragraph that I wrote over and over, from top to bottom making sure that my point was being made and also, making sure that I had actually did it. I had no plan ready to be set in motion once I would turn it in. I pretty much had no plan at all. This literally was something that I woke up one day and decided to do. The Hut had taken everything I had over the last five years: my time, energy, happiness, soul. If freedom cannot be given then it has to be taken and my weapon of choice was this sentence: “I hereby turn in my two weeks’ notice.” And just like that, I was on my way to a new life, a new job and a new start. The only question was where was it? After turning it my resignation to one of my assistant managers I went about my day like I always did except there was an expiration date waiting for me. Sure, all kinds of questions were running through my mind: “What am I going to do about money?” “What if I don’t find another job?” “Will I have to beg for my job back?” “Is Mariah Carey hiring for backup vocalists?” I ran through all the possible scenarios in my head to see if I could handle any situation that I may come across in my unemployment. I probably had enough in my savings to be out of work for at least two months. And then something happened that I didn’t see coming on the day that I turned in my notice . . . I got offered a job."
The plot thickens!
Working on the rest today. Hopefully I'll have it ready to post tonight. Xoxo!
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