The Letter
The letter:
The inevitable has happened: I have returned to my desk job. I knew it was bound to happen. I pushed it out for as long as I could, but alas I could push no further. My first day back was Monday; however, technically, I was suppose to come back Thursday of last week. I opted to take vacation days Thursday and Friday. I took Tuesday off as well. Can you tell I'm super excited to be back? I will admit that it was nice to see the people I care about. They seemed happy to see me, while at the same time sorry to see me back. Not because they didn't want me back, but I think they kind of felt sorry for me. I had been away from all the bullshit going on in the office, away from all the new changes that have only made it even more unbearable to be at work. I had been safe, and now I'm back.
Upon my return I was greeted with some cheers, and the usual negative vibes that are a constant in that office. I didn't expect anything less. That place isn't exactly full of sunshine.
And that's where it ends. Not that it matters of course, I'm just happy to be out of there. I had carried this letter in my purse since the day I went back to work. As a constant reminder not to get comfortable, a reminder that it was temporary. Every time I changed purses, that little note would follow. It was a part of me.
Fortunately, I am no longer there; I never imagined not being there. That idea seemed so far fetched, no matter how much I disliked being there. Even the process of getting out was scary, even after I was out, I was scared. It took sometime to accept that I was free, as silly as it sounds, but alas I was--I am. It's the greatest feeling ever.
The inevitable has happened: I have returned to my desk job. I knew it was bound to happen. I pushed it out for as long as I could, but alas I could push no further. My first day back was Monday; however, technically, I was suppose to come back Thursday of last week. I opted to take vacation days Thursday and Friday. I took Tuesday off as well. Can you tell I'm super excited to be back? I will admit that it was nice to see the people I care about. They seemed happy to see me, while at the same time sorry to see me back. Not because they didn't want me back, but I think they kind of felt sorry for me. I had been away from all the bullshit going on in the office, away from all the new changes that have only made it even more unbearable to be at work. I had been safe, and now I'm back.
Upon my return I was greeted with some cheers, and the usual negative vibes that are a constant in that office. I didn't expect anything less. That place isn't exactly full of sunshine.
And that's where it ends. Not that it matters of course, I'm just happy to be out of there. I had carried this letter in my purse since the day I went back to work. As a constant reminder not to get comfortable, a reminder that it was temporary. Every time I changed purses, that little note would follow. It was a part of me.
Fortunately, I am no longer there; I never imagined not being there. That idea seemed so far fetched, no matter how much I disliked being there. Even the process of getting out was scary, even after I was out, I was scared. It took sometime to accept that I was free, as silly as it sounds, but alas I was--I am. It's the greatest feeling ever.
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