It's odd coming into work these last few months. When I first started, I could walk into work and...it felt alive. For the last 56 days, I've felt it dying. Each day it's quieter; the walls are barer. The life I felt here is slowly disappearing; Being eaten by the cancerous greed of two corporations.
I had dedicated myself to this company. Even though I despised everything about the client, I took pride in my job and did the best that I knew how.
In four days, I will walk out of this building, and be unemployed. *sigh* life goes on. I'm still young, going to try to finish school. Not looking forward to unemployment tho.