Things.

Today I had to call a former place of employment.
Things didn't necessarily end well--it's the only place I've ever been let go from--but I was going to leave anyway, they just beat me to the punch. Gave me this whole story on how terrible they felt to let me go and blah blah, so I washed my hands of them and carried on with life. Things are great now and I'm really in a great place.
I got this letter in the mail from them and had to call them about it after I couldn't resolve things through a website, and it took me a while to psych myself up for it. I wondered if they'd give me the whole air that they did me a favor in letting me go, or what they'd do.
They didn't. They were cold, strictly business. Which is fine, except that I've known them since I was four. Before working there, that's not how it was. Then they pursued me to work for them for months until I agreed. I gave them two years of my life. But now they've made their bed and are lying in it, happy as can be with the new lady they hired.

I was so upset after the call. Frustrated beyond all reason. I don't even know what I expected, but they made me feel like an idiot somehow, and I remembered how this used to be my daily life.

Then I thought about the type of people I've realized they are, and the type of people they hang around with. And if that's what I have to be to get their approval, I don't want it.
This isn't a lone opinion, it's confirmed through many people who have encountered them, even still as I meet people who have crossed their path and now cross mine.

I can't tell you how good it is to work for people with character. People who aren't selfish. People who are understanding, yet know what they want from an employee. People who guide you in how to be that without shutting you down. People who are great at running a business in a way to keep employees rather than what is oh too common.

I like who I am. I'm glad to be who I am. And regardless of how the terrible people of the world try to use me or make me feel, screw them. I'd rather be me.

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I've been in a funk

and I didn't realize how often these funks come this time of year until I logged in to Time Hop and saw tweets that echoed what I struggle to say.

What is it about the end of April/beginning of May that gets me?