[Kate*]

I guess I should've known better. This is the same shit that always happens. But, just the thought of having to take another job or leave is making me sick. And the fact that I'll continue to get fucked over while having to put up with bullshit is just disgusting. You can say all day long you don't know what's going to happen, but I do. We're going under and I've wasted years of my life.

The only way you could possibly fix this, would be to guarantee me the full-time if it reopens; and you won't. Because it may not, and if you planned on giving it to me, I'd have it right now, and this conversation wouldn't even be happening. Your reasons don't matter because they don't change anything. You fucked over one of your best employees and you're extremely lucky you're not losing me entirely just yet.

But no. I'm not okay, and probably won't be okay there anymore; ever.