Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2016-02-14 09:42:19 (UTC)

No Emotions Involved

I told myself going into work today that regardless of the outcome, I wasn't going to care. I can't anymore. I've checked out for my own mental well-being. I'm a little shocked and proud of myself for the level with which I didn't care about today. As I expected, I was busy and didn't get credit for my work, because there were so many people working on the sales floor. It's whatever. I've got 4 days off this week. Plenty of time to get my resume in order, and hopefully find some jobs to apply for. I'm ready. It's time for a change.

I spent most of my shift recovering. I don't generally like cleaning up for asshole customers, or picking up behind my lazy coworkers, but when I need to get through my shift and not focus on my discontent, recovering helps. Stacking and folding panties is cathartic. As long as someone doesn't come behind me and destroys it all over again. That didn't happen. It was busy in the morning, but by the time I came on, it had slowed down. So, I just cleaned. It got me through my night.

I basically work open to close tomorrow. I don't even want to think about it. I hate Sundays probably the most. They feel so long... Not much longer. It's kind of crazy to think this time next month I could have a new job. It's exciting and a little scary. It's going to be hard. I'm not even trying to fool myself. After all the years I've put in at VS, I'm not deluded enough to think I'll be able to walk away with no emotions involved. There will be tears.

I don't really have anything else to talk about tonight. It's late, and I'm already not going to get enough sleep. I'll have more to ponder tomorrow. Maybe. It is just another day at work.




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