Jobs Are Relationships. You Need To Start Treating Them That Way.
It was 6:15 PM. My fiance opened the door as I held my backpack, his eyes growing large with concern. Tears were streaming down my face…
It was 6:15 PM. My fiance opened the door as I held my backpack, his eyes growing large with concern. Tears were streaming down my face for the third time that week. Along with being passed up for a role I yearned for, my coworkers had decided to poke fun at my engagement once more.
I was already feeling rejected by my pe…