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The last day at The Store was hard. Much harder than I anticipated it being. I was sobbing when I left. I wrote the staff a letter and posted it on the bulletin board, so hopefully they will see it before the store manager takes it down because she's a bitch.

I took my keys off my arm for the last time, locked them in the safe, and felt like I had just dropped a piece of my identity in the trash. It was awful. I cried all the way home. Thank God Omar was home. He took good care of me. We went out that night to meet some of the people from work for a drink. I promised them I would check in every now and then, make sure everyone was doing okay.

It wasn't awful like I thought it would be. I know my staff will miss me and I definitely miss them. But it was so hard to walk out that door and not feel like I was leaving a piece of me behind. Even thinking about it now, and knowing I'm going to work somewhere else, it doesn't feel real to me. My whole last day I kept thinking it was a joke. But it wasn't. I left, for good, and it's hard. It's still a little upsetting.