Let's get down to business.
I quit Russ's Market Bakery.
I'm very, very pleased with my decision, but went through some odd sadnesses that I always get when I leave a zone of comfort and routine. Everybody was surprisingly emotional to see me go; R. got all choked up and told me I was "real." Lisa made me the little cake above which made me verklempt; it was about the size of a softball and late that night I ate the entire thing in a disgusting frenzy and threw up. It was a bizarre cleansing ritual, especially as I don't like the cake/frosting we sold.
I haven't been back to visit yet and I don't miss the work at all, which illustrates the deadly quicksand that is complacency.
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