8/17/2021. 19:56.
.....So I put my two weeks in today.
I thought I would regret it the second I told my manager but I didn’t. I was happy. I’m excited to move on. But I’m scared. My last day officially will be August 30th.
I’m moving back in with my mom in October. I’m... both excited and not excited at the same time, for reasons I’m sure you can guess. I’m excited because I’ll have my own space again, be able to watch tv, use the kitchen, see my cats, and be able to use the gym that’s in that complex. I’m not excited because I’ll be paying rent for a chaotic home life, and it basically feels like I’m buying the decline of my mental health. Since moving away from that place, I have been much happier as a person just as a whole. But I just don’t have it in me to keep working like this, especially in a job whose values don’t align with my own and especially in a job where I can’t look the way I want to. No dyed hair, no piercings, a uniform that - in my opinion - is far too strict. Shoes can’t be multiple colors, it needs to be all white or all black? Come on.
I don’t live to work, and honestly I shouldn’t need to overwork to live. And if I do, then I’m going to make sure I can express who I am while doing it. We’re all different, and I think companies should recognize and accept that, especially with the new generations.
After all, we are in the age of aquarius.
I can’t remember; were you ever into zodiac signs Vagabond?















