I had a job that became unbearable and I quit. Before I did, though, I had three years of working in an office that looked like a ski lodge and had floor-to-ceiling windows all the way around the first floor. In winter, it was like working inside a snow globe.
Driving to and from work, I passed a cute little mid-century ranch with a breezeway connecting the garage to the house and sighed over it. Three years after quitting the job, I saw a for sale sign on the house and bought it.
The daughter of one of my co-workers at the apartment complex replaced me as Mom's assistant when I went to work for Hyphenated Corp.
So there were a lot of complex emotions roiling around inside me when I heard about this:
Fire rips through apartment complex.
And when I saw this:
I sent one of the property managers an e-mail telling her to let me know if I could help, but I don't know if the address is even still valid. *sigh*
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