The Boss

I knew I was going to quit my job the day I started. I also knew I needed to wait at least six months before I quit. I needed to prove to my parents I could hold down a steady job before I decided to strike out on my own. I needed them to believe in me like I believed in myself. If I could stick out this horrific job in finance, I knew I could save enough money for a year of being my own person. A year of being my own person without my parents breathing down my neck. A year to myself. My true self. 

On my first day in the finance world, I was reprimanded for my fingers being stained with ink. On my second day, my hair wasn’t straight enough. On the third day, I stopped listening. I knew I had what it took to ignore everyone who was criticizing me and I knew I could let their insults bounce off. No one got to decide what was important to me, but me. I knew the insults would increase the more I ignored those who were insulting me, but that was nothing new. I knew this was my chance to pad my bank account and pad my confidence. Everything was going as planned until Daniel’s first day of work. He was the one person who could expose my past and expose my mistakes. The mistakes I had been running from for fifteen years.