Saturday marked the end of my time working in shoe hell. Whoo! A day earlier than I had expected. It's one of the few jobs I've quit in my life. The only one since college. And no matter how much I dreaded working there, quitting was hard. Or maybe awkward is a better word for it. I'd originally said (in my interview) that I planned to stay even if I got a full-time job. And it wasn't meant to be a lie, if I'd gotten any of the jobs I was interviewing for last spring, I would have had to just to make ends meet and pay back my parents. Plus, I worked with nice, cool people. But as my mom reminded me there are plenty of people out there who need that job more than me now. Besides, I was planning on giving notice anyway so that I could go on vacation and move. Now I get to take my vacation without having to stress about coming back and boxing all my stuff up afterwards. It's a good feeling. Which is something I haven't felt in quite awhile. And hopefully, this means the end of my nightmares about shoes.
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