Today is the 1 year anniversary of when I walked out on my corporate CSR job. A job that brought so much grief and pain to my heart. I was miserable. I was “coached” by people who either never had time for me or didn’t give two craps about their job. Every day, I received calls from people either who wanted to die or wanted to hurt me over things that were out of my control. Every day, I went to work hopeful that their words would not get to me, but every night I returned home with a broken spirit. I cried every night for several months. I quit a job on a whim for the first time in my life.
I'm not going to spend the entire journal spewing out unneeded details. My first point is that 2015 was a sucky year.
Three weeks ago, a former boss reached out to me after I had given an application with them a shot. They said they missed me. Customers actually asked about me. Newbies would see me come over for lunch at the restaurant and would know who I am based on what good the trainers said about me. He started me back that very weekend. So I started working at my old Chick-fil-A and was welcomed back with open arms. They didn't start me on minimum wage, they gave me back the income I was making when I last left them and they're allowing me to move on to leadership.
At my age, this would sound like a "step backwards" for most people, but this "starter job" took me back to a time that I have seriously missed and that I greatly correlated with what all of you
are to me. This job allows me to grin my widest, say the most joyful welcome I can muster to our guests and to serve people like they're not served anywhere else. I get a high from making people smile.
Do you know why I still draw what I draw? Because I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that out of the 1,500 people that watch me, I am at least
making one person's day
Someone out there is squealing with delight at my content, just like I did whenever BillyBones0704
drew something for me.
Someone out there is joyfully hugging their pillow tightly over my stories, just like I did whenever saints-fan-12
would send ANYTHING to me, whether it was a story or a comment.
Someone out there feels like they can overcome anything in the world because of things I've written, just like I did whenever UndyingNephalim
sought me out for input and demonstrated what great support someone you've never
met can be.
I apologize for naming names, because there are SO MANY PEOPLE
that played a part on lifting me up and I can't possibly name them all. AGENCY has such wonderful, supportive readers and I try to reply to every single comment I possibly can because you deserve it. Because you were a great big part of preventing me from going off the deep end, pretty much, haha!
Can I just-- c-can we hug?
I'm gonna hug the screen right now and hope you all are doing it, too.
Okay? Here goes!*HUUUUUUG*
Haha, I am seriously laughing at myself right now. I never know how to end journals. I just hope you understand what I was trying to express, at least a little. 2015 was pretty lame. It took me awhile, but I did eventually realize that some real good came from it. And that's YOU. Because of you, 2016 is going to ROCK. You are the best. Don't ever change.