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 coworkers playing games with the schedule and changing it without telling me and sticking me with the shitty shifts. I found out today that the main culprit was still trying to play the game and the supervisor finally put a stop to it. She is no longer allowed to make changes to the schedule after it's posted and can't pressure the other secretary to switch with her. I'm glad she's finally getting what she deserves. She thinks that because she's been there so long, she can do whatever she wants. Not anymore!  Reap what you sow, bitch!