I think a huge part of why I’m so happy with work is because of the girls I get to work with. We’re like family, like sisters. And to have that kind of comfort taken from you is something I can’t understand yet. But I know that two months from now, things will change. An entire floor apart. I can’t even begin to imagine.
They won’t be there when I need to cry or if I need to talk about something as random as Sour Cream-flavored Tostillas. Because for two whole years, they’ve been there. For two whole years, we’ve stuck side by side.
And all of that is going to be taken from us because apparently, we “don’t think daily.” So, I’m lost. Because where does the part that we have a daily editorial calendar come in? I don’t get it. And because I don’t want to be a brat about it, I will take it in stride. Because I’ve learned that sometimes, you really don’t get a say in how things go. And there is always, always a double standard. I’m done trying to understand why that is.
Honestly, if it weren’t for the promise that one day, we will be reunited with The Sweetest Family, I would so pack my bags and leave. How would you feel when you’re constantly reminded that you’re not good enough that’s why they want to look for someone else to head your team? How would you feel when for two years, you’ve been told by two different EICs that you’re the best person for the job? And just because of one person, all that has to change. Talk about LSE mode.
I can already feel the amount of stress and depression This Dreaded Move will bring me. Sigh. And I haven’t even recovered from My Biggest Hump from a month ago.
But you won’t see me frowning. I’ve got a smile on my face (which people are glad to see, finally) and I will be happy. After all, it’s just work. I have my life ahead of me. And it’s going to be sweet.