I hate letting go of people. It’s the absolute worst thing that comes as a part of first-job. I’ve nearly earned the nickname “The Terminator” given how many terminations I’ve had to do in the past 18 months, but still…every one of them gives me a long-standing ache in my stomach and I’m sure removes a year from my life.
Again, I’m in no mood to write. The fire is not quite extinguished, but it’s in dire need of more kindling and I’ve got none to get the fire roaring again.