Told my current-soon-to-be-ex-boss that I couldn't couldn't come in next week. I'd been stressing about it all weekend long. Tried to talk myself down from the stress by telling myself that there's no reason to worry or care about what she says or does any longer. I'm here for five more days and then adios muchacha!
But that combination of feeling like I owe people something due to proximity and history, plus my dislike of making any kind of personal request made it more like climbing an emotional mountain than stepping over a mole hill. I kept backing off in my mind, thinking I could come in for one day instead of the three she asked for. Then two. Then I'd think ... "Aw, just do it. Help out."
But I want that week. I want a week to go to the gym every single day and to start to gear up for this next challenge. I want some time with myself to clear my head and to let the remnants of the voice of my current condescending and uncaring boss fade.
So, I did it. Told her I couldn't come in next week. Stood up. I'm slightly proud of myself.
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