Work became my go to, my escape from the shitty feeling he had left me with, the anger at having to trash my favourite skin because his bit on the side had the exact same one! I worked my way from model right up to manager at a popular clothing store. Had 20+ girls working along side me, p.r'd the life out of that place, came up with ways to get more people through the door, SAVED everyones jobs when the boss went off on one. The bitching got too much though and it was decided to just have a manager, me. Didnt go down to well at all. Worked my ass off for that place, literally, to come back to a note from my holiday sayin i was fired - she didnt want anyone working there no more.
That cut deep. Luckily, i had already met a really cool person and was working with her for a few months before i lost that job so i concentrated on that.
As well as juggling work, i had one of the most demanding, over bearing, manipulative relationships ive ever had. I really do mean crazy crazy. Lets call him Dom gone mad! Again, work became my escape from his craziness. Looking back on it i have no idea why i even went there, i think i had a screw loose at the time, must have. Thats all there is to it. I was crazy. Eventually decided enough was enough, made a complete new start, only 2 people knew i had a new account - my then sister and my boss.
He only went and found me in my new avi - see what i mean by crazy? He went to my work saw there was a new manager and contacted my boss to ask if it was me, just in an alt lol. Oh god i cant tell you the creepiness he said, i never admitted to him it was me, didnt stop him leaving me messages about watching me while i sleep and crazy shit like that.
Working quickly took over every aspect of my SL. I was managing missys store, her events promotions, a group of fashion sims she owned, helped with events, took care of bloggers. It was just constant work. Suited me just fine, not like i had anyone around anyway, right?
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