Update #1
I feel like if I'm going to use something to document how I'm doing I need to write myself a update. Here we go. I'm ready to cry and overthink everything... So life has changed. I moved into my flat with my best friend and well now ex. I made it out to be our home with wonderful memories. Game of thrones nights, house of cards, orange is the new black, shite shite movies that I got made to watch. The three amigos we were. Stronger than we ever were. Nothing could get in the way of us. It did. It all started with this... So I finally quit my job in the cake cafe. I feel so relieved, I couldn't be me. I couldn't show myself for who I was. Being told I was the greatest. Being told my customer service was great to then I was spending too much time doing what I was good at. I could never win. Walking to work made me have the biggest anxiety you could think of. Crying because you didn't want to go. Having to sort yourself out get it together because you had to make sure two people could live because well now that I look back one couldn't help himself but spend and drink all of our money. (Don't play the blame game I said to myself) After everything I put up with in that place I finally got shoved out. I told my boss I wanted to go to college again, something she had always told me I would be great at. Unfortunately when it came down to it and I did it, well 'I wasn't putting the business first' I will always hear these words in my head. Something I was made to feel like was all my fault. I put my everything in to that place. My time. My life. (Don't get resentful I also said to myself) So my contract got changed, I got made to step down as supervisor train the new one up. My hours for cut, things at home got tough because I was finally making decisions for myself. I had enough when I got told I couldn't have my birthday off. Fair enough I know but just wait.... I had certain days off to make sure my hours didn't go high 20 was the max, from 35 may I add. When the new diary got put in I knew nothing of this was going to happen so of course I took my birthday off I wasn't allowed to take a weekend off. That's when it was spotted. I wasn't allowed to have fun, dare I come in with a hangover or even say I was at the pub. So after the whole summer of not working a Wednesday here it was. Suddenly for no reason and yes no reason I had to work. So I sat in the beer garden had a talk with some people wrote my notice and waited till I got to hand it in. Now my angry self did do it not in a very nice way. Well actually I had no contract and I got paid weekly so I had to made sure I was doing it right thing but to me it wasn't morally right. So I handed in my notice a week before my birthday. Let's say a fresh start for a new birth year. Let's world war 3 start... my letter went flying across the room, I was asked if I was being serious and I stood there and took it the shouting the rage and the blank stare through me when I was not wanted anymore. I walked out that shop with the staff smiling at me. They knew everything, saw everything and they were so happy I was doing something for myself. I got a text that night from my ex boss. Not needing me to come in for the rest of my shifts. A shame I will say, I didn't want it to be that way but hell! You can't control other people. That day I went and got employed by other cafe who had been asking me to come and work for them for about a year. Bonus. I started the day before my birthday and had the whole weekend to celebrate my new job and new age. You would think that would be the best fresh start you needed right?
