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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.
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, boy-wolf and klaudiapasqui 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.
Someone out there is squealing with delight at my content, just like I did whenever BillyBones0704, boy-wolf and klaudiapasqui 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.
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