I guess she didn't see any potential in me. I don't blame her.
The store manager at the arts-and-crafts store I work for informed me yesterday that I would not be keeping my job there.
After the store's "restructuring", my position (which was originally shared by two people) was ultimately given to my alternate.
I didn't have much to say when I learned my fate. Even though I was quite disappointed, there was no sense in arguing at that point. I did want to tell my manager to go to hell but the goody-two-shoes in me said thank you instead.
I thanked her! Uggh!
Later on, while putting up the price change labels on the sales floor I did my best not to cry.
What was the point of working here for the past 7 1/2 months?
I tried very hard to make the best of things. Held on, never missed a shift, and filled in for my counterpart when she'd call off. Even though there were many, MANY times I wanted to quit, I did not.
Getting little sleep, losing time to create, dealing with all the stress and anxiety and the managers' mean attitudes. I invested too much into that place and have nothing to show for it.
When I left work that day, I spotted this traffic sign on the way to my city job. I think it sums up just about everything in this post.