I just... I can't wrap my head around this. Like, my mom keeps calling about my dad's new meds, and my toddler just drew all over the wall again, and I'm supposed to be EXCITED about my *new* job where I'm literally just... an employee? Because my old boss, Mrs. Henderson, sold her tiny little antique shop, the one I practically ran for her for like, twelve years? And she keeps saying how much she misses "the hustle" and the customers, and I just get this weird pang, you know? Like, I'm supposed to be relieved, right? More "upward mobility" or whatever, but I just feel this... deep sense of *loss* for her. It's almost like a vicarious grief or something, which is clinically insane because it's not even MY shop. Ugh.