I quit.
I walked straight into the office, yelled at the top of my lungs, “I am tired of this crap. You will no longer be able to disrespect me. I’m done.” I threw some papers around and walked out in my black patent stilettos with my head held high, put on my fabulous sunglasses that earned me the nickname “Hollywood.” Drove off with the windows down and hair blowing everywhere with a smug smile on my face thinking I would never have to see that building ever again.
Yeah…. So it didn’t quite end up that way….but I kinda wish it did. heheh
I called in sick and one of my heartless managers said, “Figure out how to get better because you still need to work from 4-9pm tonight.” and hung up.
That was the final factor, along with my other boss constantly hitting on me and checking me out. I was done.
It was time to go. I had actually pondered the idea of staying until December (for money reasons) but I was quickly reminded that that was not where I was supposed to be and that God will provide…not this debt collection company.
I feel liberated and oh so excited because now I can absolutely focus on God, camp, relationships that suffered, fundraising, anything race related and myself.
whooooooo hoooooo!
