So, Wednesday September 30th 2015 was my last day at Renae Marie.
It has now been sold to a new owner and now its called Lively.
Pretty much the same boutique minus some changes but I now no longer work for a person I consider to be one of the best bosses I have ever worked for.
Renae was like yet another woman that has randomly adopted me.
She was and still is in many ways very similar to my own mother.
She wasn't a boss but a friend.
And I really admired how she treated all of us.
Like we were a family.
And when I messed up (which was quite often) she taught me and was kind.
That goes a long way with me.
But now I work for another nice lady named Johnna.
And I hope to god she is as wonderful as Renae.
So it may be different, but all the hard work Renae put into it and the love I can still feel.
So i'm glad to have a job at the same store.
But i'm sad to see Renae go.
On to another adventure my friend.
Another thing that happened yesterday was that a dear friend of mine went into surgery and now has a clean bill of health.
She will be back next semester and everyone in the Indy and in the English department was thrilled to hear that.
She is beloved and I wish her the very best with her recovery.
She has always fought for us,
Put a fire in our bellies.
Made us proud to be journalists.
Hugged us ,even though some of us are a good couple inches taller, when we needed a hug the most.
My very first article for the indy I was overwhelmed and I didnt have any friends yet and she came up and asked me how I was doing and I said fine and then started to tear up and she pulled me into a back room and hugged me and helped me.
I had only had her as a professor for a few weeks and she had convinced me to take on the Indy and yet she still cared for me for only knowing me a short time.
She saw something in me and believed in me as a journalist when I seriously doubted myself and my abilities.
And half the reason I stayed was because of her.
Because I wanted to belong to an entity that believed in people and saw something more than just a person in a chair.
And now i'm part of this organization and I couldn't be more proud.
When I was having boy troubles last year, she was there.
The morning after a terrible day prior I came to class and she could just tell.
I had to ask her about something after class and she asked if I was okay.
Well as usual I kept it together for around 2 seconds and then I burst into weeping tears.
Full on ugly crying.
She stood on her tip toes and held me and told me everything would be alright and that I didn't need him in my life. I would find someone better.
See the thing with her is that she never dishes out shallow compliments.
She is always genuine and true.
And after a few minutes I pulled myself together enough to be able to walk out of the room.
And after that whenever she saw the guy she gave him a nasty look.
I'm not sure if that was her intention but it worked for me.
She protects the ones she loves.
And she adopts all of us in some way or another.
So stay strong and come back to us.
We need our adoptive "mom" back next semester.
So get better and we cant wait to have you back with us.
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