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I got let go from my first job today. It's not as bad as it seems..... They hired me only if I understood that I was labeled 'temporary' and that they could let me go at any time. So I mean, it wasn't a huge shocker.

But I just wanted to point out how ridiculous my attachments can be... Here's a little story:

Tonight, after I was informed that it was my last night, I decided to stay a little longer to prove diligence and commitment. One of my supervisors brings me a paper and my job is to find that shoe and bring all the remaining pairs of the like. So, I do it... I know where all these babies are, so it's easy. What's funny is that when I came to the girls' Skechers and had to get the Bubble Runs, the Miss Priss', and the Jogoramas... knowing that they were going to be shipped away... I felt sad, and I felt close to them. Like we had something in common or just that I was saying goodbye to something I held dear. I'd arranged those boxes with the clever, girly names on them over a thousand times- Out of the entire store, I could say they were my best friends. And I had to retrieve them to send them off to some concentration camp while I left them as a free woman.

Soon I realized that I was attached to boxes of Skechers shoes....

And even when I recognize the ridiculousness of it all.. I'm still a bit gloomy...