Chapter 11

Ginger

When they told me I would be working in one of the most important companies, I said to myself, “It has to be a damn joke, you've done it, Ginger.”

I was so excited and happy because I would be working in what I loved that I couldn't believe it. Stranded in the desire to improve myself as a person and in my career, I completely forgot what it meant to be in an environment like this. Last night, I couldn't stop crying. I cried and cried until I fell asleep. Stella didn't realize I was home, so it was easier for me to hide from her and not have to give her any explanations.

I tried not to make too much noise at night, I didn't eat and didn't talk to anyone. I put on my headphones to listen to music and locked the door. Stella tried to come in a couple of times, even knocked on the door, but when she saw that no one responded, she gave up and didn't keep insisting. I'm shattered by a situation that many would find amusing. I think I idealized se