The walk to the Gap was pleasant, I oohed and aahed with them over leather skirts and awful zipper sweaters, and I actually found a new purse/bag that I liked for only twenty dollars. Walking back to the office, however, I felt hollow inside. Sure, I had crossed one more thing off my List (go shopping for clothes I don’t want in the middle of the work day—check), but it wasn’t satisfying. I felt like I had left a little bit of myself back there in the Gap. I didn’t want to go in the first place, I really am not interested in these people’s acceptance, and I don’t like the Gap.
I know I’m cashing in my pride every day I come back to this job, but is it so bad that I’ll throw all of my standards out the window just to get away for a little while?