The last day of the cafe I ran is coming up. Five more days then it's gone. I am in a state of disbelief. I find if I believe it I don't want to live. That was MY place, MY program. I worked there for more than 6 years and then ran it for 7. Then 4 months ago they kicked me out and put me on administrative leave for protesting about people who were not showing up on time. I couldn't igore the problem - I would get left alone to deal with a dozen customers. For the past 4 months they have left that situation to my good assistant, Glo. I just talked to her on the phone. She told me how frustrating it has been. But the administration would do nothing about it. Now Glo doesn't have a job. I have been given a transfer to a tedious data entry job. She is second on the list to get it - behind me. Maybe I won't be allowed to take it since I'm STILL on administrative leave. Then she would have it. Maybe I should just pull out and let her have it. She is such a nice person. I should tell her that I love her and hug her if they let me go back to pick up my things.
IF they let me. Yes, I think they could be so cruel to keep me away. I'm not sure I could deal with going there for the last time and seeing it all empty like that anyway.