i had just gotten this really awesome job, with great people, great rules (meaning no need for dress up, and flexibility to work from home some times). maybe it was about a week into it i got a call from this other place with an offer that i couldn’t refuse. so i turned my notice (it’s a dream so no need for two weeks) and the next day started my new job. already after making the decision i was unsure whether i was doing the right thing-i mean it wasn’t feeling like a right move. everything was happening too fast. so here i am at my first day at this new place-it’s in this mall like environment with the place playing really loud music.

i was all dressed up (professionally) and i was as uncomfortable as can be. i reported to who was to be my boss and he smiled and pointed me towards a reception like table. i looked over and thought “what the fuck!? i don’t get it, why am i getting paid to stand around a table, there is no design work involved!” I was so mad. it was like i was tricked into working there. i kept an optimistic outlook with a bad premonition that it would work. so i stuck it out a little longer before i sneaked away and picked up the phone to start dialing the job i just left thinking “well i just left yesterday, i wonder if they’ll take me back…”

and then i woke up.