Although it's not the wisest of decisions economically, I'm leaving my job. My life there was stale.
I felt like a miserable worker bee buzzing away for a queen that wasn't theirs. An impostor. I smiled the smile for long enough.
3 weeks is all I have left.
The anxiousness of not knowing what's next is making me itchy.
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