I did something I am really proud of

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3 years ago I walked off a job I loved because circumstances and my temper got the best of me. Well, those circumstances got transferred to another store. My "kids" at the Barrel were fast to let me know. I was sitting in psych class (yep, the same class that stresses me out so badly) when the girl next to me (whom I was training the night I quit) says, "Your problem got transferred. You should come back to work." At the time I laughed. The next morning, I stopped by the office at school and talked to a lady who moonlights at the Barrel after she gets off work from the college. She said I should come back too. So, what do I do? I hop on myspace and messaged my best friend there. She talked to the boss and told me I had the okay to go talk to him. Keep in mind that I was a 4-star skill-trainer when I walked (yep, working online too, but tips were awesome there). Long story short, I talked to the main boss, who said he'd have to talk to the other bosses. Right now, the only manager I don't know is my problem's replacement. Everyone okayed it, and I got my job back today. Thanks to friends, family and some serious soul searching, I managed a major feat over this past week. I learned how to swallow pride. I think I may be learning humility. I swore I would never go back there. I had to go on medication toward the end of my stint there it was that bad on my nerves (my friends actually nicknamed me "Sybil" due to my constant mood swings). Panic attacks and crying on days I had to work with that "problem." I never thought I would get over it. Not only do I not feel bad about this, I actually feel GOOD about it. Sure my tunnel is going to hate carrying trays again, but I'll wrap it and deal with it. I miss my Barrel kids & my guests. The day I went in to talk to the boss, you would not believe the hugs I got from employees and guests. I wasn't in the giftshop long enough to ask for an application before people were coming up to me. I knew I missed my girls & the boys that were like second sons to me, but I didn't realize how bad until I almost broke into tears talking to my old boss about coming back. I just looked at him and said "I really, really miss it here." One very good friend that I've stayed in contact with over the past 3 years was shocked to see me. "Are you ready for the insanity?" She says to me. "You betcha. It will be good to be home." Maybe this doesn't seem like such a major feat to some folks who have the art of humility mastered, but for me this is a huge step. I just hope my tray arm can handle it. Truthfully, I'm not going to be worth a tinker's damn for a couple of weeks. Just wanted to share this with you. Ciao4now, Shannon