People come in and out of our lives for a reason. Sometimes the reason is hard to see and even harder to understand, but there is a greater purpose. This is my story.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
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I really have to stress on the idiot that I feel that this makes me--- but I love that I have more responsibility so that I can take work home. I love that I have meetings to discuss other peoples' continued success or ability to improve, for the betterment of the team. I love that my opinions are valued. I love that people are taking me seriously. I love my bosses. I love the animals. I love everything about my job. I really, honestly don't think I can stress it enough.
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