One year later
It's been about a year since I made the difficult decision to quit my job. I had been struggling with it for a while and unfortunately it took being screwed over by someone I THOUGHT was my friend to finally get me to push the button. It was not the way I wanted to leave, but as I said to one of my former coworkers this afternoon, that was the push I needed to finally quit. When I quit, I didn't realize how stressed out I was until I wasn't anymore. I had become so accustomed to the stress, that it felt normal. I took 6 months off and didn't work at all. If I hadn't quit, I would never have found the job I have now, which is a job I love! My coworker and I have a little running joke. Whenever we start to get frustrated, I remind her that she isn't at Target anymore and she reminds me, I'm not at AVH anymore. It helps put things in perspective. Oh and this afternoon, I found out a little interesting post script. The final straw for me to quit was my former...