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d to go about my life as usual, but I couldn't stop thinking abou

ng, just a signing of the papers. I felt numb as I listened to her talk about the changes that we

. I felt on edge, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. I was making mistakes, and I couldn't seem to get it together. My manager pull

was just having an off day, but he didn't seem to believe me. I felt like I was under a microscope, and I just wanted to run away.

me into his office. I felt a sinking feeling in my stoma

aid, "I've had enough of your mista

job. I felt panic rising in my chest, and I tried to explain again that I wasI decided to do something drastic to make up for my poor performance. I asked my boss if

as going to have the chance to redeem myself. But I also knew that it was going to be a

rmined to make the best of the situation. I forced myself to smile and be pleasant, even when I was feeling any

exhausted, but I survived. I felt a sense of pride, knowing that I had made

tomer, but instead I saw the stalker from before. My heart started to race, and I felt my palm

e professional. "Welcome, how can I help yo

d. "I'm just here to chat, you

I did my best to stand my ground. "I'm not inte

u're beautiful," his voice was low

d, my voice shaking with rage. "And I'm not interested in playin

o give up that easily. He picked out a few items, and he asked me to ring them up

et, he just pulled out his wallet, and paid for his items. I

I tumbled to the ground. I watched in horror as I knocked over a display of fragile items, and the

bad," he smiled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I knew

the back room. His face was red with rage, and he was breathing hea

legs shaking. "I'm so sorry," my voice

rge of losing his temper. "You are fired, and you would not