Closure

Jessica and I met last night to celebrate my new job, but also to get a closure on what, looking back now, seems to be one of strangest places we both have worked at. A bottle of Veuve Clicquot that I bought on my last trip to Paris right before Christmas symbolized the closure. Toasting we couldn’t say anything other than: "We made it out of there. Still alive and very sane. Here’s to the future! The marketing girls did make it without having to be ruled by a French wannabe emperor."

Having to fight for every decision and constantly being scrutinized for what I did and said was an untenable situation in the long run. Jessica’s arrival in August did help. Now we were two fighting our ways through, but still… Leaving in December was sad (it’s always sad to leave your co-workers), but it was also a big relief. When Jessica was fired a month later, mostly because she supported me, I sooooo knew that I had left (a bit prematurely) but for all the right reasons.

And Paris will always be there.