“I Make A Difference”

You ever notice how there are some people who always seem to be flirting with danger? They cannot seem to function unless “their life is in a constant mode of crisis”? I am not one of those people.
The government was kind enough to give us something called FMLA after a father could not care for his cancer riddled daughter, however, all good graces are not indefinite.
I received my formal termination letter from my company today.
I want to make a few things very clear here…set the record very straight and clear…
I love my company. I cannot imagine working for another company, and before this debacle, I was even going to work in Texas for my company. I love the reps that work for us. I love the job. I love the work. I love the customers.
When I say I love the work, you have to understand. I love the industry. The Credit Card banking industry; I have been doing it for over five years. I can get into a credit card terminals head and fix anything wrong with it’s psyche, calm the merchant, and figure out how to make them laugh all in the same five minute call. I worked with everything from the ancient terminals to the newest and most advanced. Telco to wireless, touch screen to paperless, terminals that hold fifty transactions to terminals that hold five merchants and thousands of transactions; I Love The Job.
I enjoy my work, and I enjoy teaching it. I enjoy helping merchants. It seemed a natural fit for me to go into Quality Assurance. I get to do everything. I get to teach, learn, help, grow, encourage, develop, train, work with, guide not only the reps, but also the merchants and our leadership teams to help everyone build the best possible situation for everyone.
I have the privilege of helping the business grow. Helping my company grow. And in return…they have given me so much more.
That letter…that letter…it is so damn cold outside today, and the post box was ice cold as well. It is funny how paper feels heavier when it is so cold. Weighted, bricked into your fingertips, glued to the shaking hand that can’t break the seal, dreading the parchment inside.
We all know we have a path in life. Whether we believe it is laid out, predestined, or we make our own way, in our own time, the path, some times, the path is just so hard to get past.
Steamy breathy gasps, and the final collapse, the worn worked couch grunts under your broken spirit.
What’s left to do? Dry fingertips, winter hands, paper skin, older than my years, push the stone out of the way, open the door, shut the window, slam the flue, I already know what the fine laser ink across the heavy weight linen page says…
Per our conversation…My heart is now broken…My soul will now hurt…My dream feels shattered…I feel…
Nothing.

Angie
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