Pages from my November 2018 scrapbook.
I drank with some friends last night. I wasn't going to drink very much, but then this other couple that I don't really know (besides him being the maintence guy) came over and I felt uncomfortable, like I just couldn't relate to anyone, so of course I drank more. It wasn't too bad though. I didn't get crazy or throw up or anything. I just had a terrible headache at 5 AM, had trouble getting back to sleep for a while.
So Wednesday was my last day at work, and I start my new job in the beginning of the month. I cried a little bit when I left and walked back to my car. I'm just glad I didn't cry in front of anyone, even though everyone there knows me well enough to know that I did. It's weird that I'm not going back. Everyone seems to think that it's because of this or that, when I really just quit because I need to for myself. I'm never going to feel better about myself if I never step out of my comfort zone and learn something new.
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