Tomorrow is my final day at MetLife. I'm positive I cannot go back again. This whole situation is entirely too stressful, too crushing, too demoralizing. That probably sounds overly dramatic but I really can't take experiencing this for the second time. There's no rhyme or reason for why I was chosen. At least when it happened the first time, my whole department was getting released. If it's all the same, I wish my name had not been placed in that hat this time, thank you.
Time for some reflection on the future and revert to my introspective self. I'm positive about that one.
I may not like change but it sure seems to like me. Positive about that one, too.