One step forward, five steps back.

I had work tonight.

Yep... you heard that right. How many times have I started a post with that line? I had to go to work tonight; the first time I saw my ex since I found out that she had found someone new. (More than a month).

It hurt, I can't lie.

We saw each other and said hello, but we didn't speak to each other. I really wanted to, but I figured it would be best not to. I thought she would be surprised to see me, but it was as if she didn't realise I was gone.

I have another two nights in a row, in which we start and finish at the same time. I don't know if I can handle that.

That's the thing... I survived. It hurt, but I did it... SO WHAT?

Surviving just means you have to face another day.

I mentioned that there was a miscommunication between the two managers involved in my transfer, and that's why I couldn't leave.

In fact, that's not what happened. My manager didn't want to tell me the truth, probably because she thought it was unfair. The store manager told me... A [...] UNIFORM VIOLATION is the reason I didn't get the job.

One day, I came to work out of uniform; I wore a black shirt instead. The next day, I called in sick, and the other store's manager said that I didn't do much before I left... like yeah, THAT'S BECAUSE I WAS SICK.

I had an intake appointment planned with a psychologist, but they called in sick.

My University counselor and my doctor talked about how proud they were of me for making the appointment, and how they were excited to see what the outcome was. Unfortunately, they have to wait another three weeks 😅.

It's just really embarrassing... I was told I got the job. I thought I would never have to see her again unless it was accidental. Nearly five weeks later, here I am again.