Today I sat in my cubicle at work and cried.
Due to my ex’s vindictive actions, I was taken off the contract I previously worked on for my company. And since we…they…don’t have any open positions in the DC area, unless I want to move, I will probably have to leave. Every single person at my company who knows tells me how sorry they are, how they hope I can stay, how amazing my work is.
I love my job. I love the work I do – the difficulty and the variety of it. I love the travel opportunities. I love the people I work with. I love the people at my company. I love my company’s vision, its policies, its values. This is…was…the best job.
And as I sat quietly in my cubicle and listened to my replacement speculate about what the job really entails and other logistics, I couldn’t stop the tears. Even if something happens and I can stay at this company, I won’t be doing that. Not that job, not anymore. And that hurts.
I’m really going to miss it.