So much for asking about Mitchel's well-being, I should've thought about mine.
It was hell, alright.
He wasn't the only one subjected to the training. I was, too. This is why one should never whisper Aunt Cynthia's name, or you'll end up cursing yourself.
It was a grueling boot camp.
It's not that I had to learn about the products or anything, but the organizational structure and the need to re-introduce myself to the different offices were hell for me.
What social battery? None of that shit. I had been dragged around like a rag who couldn't complain. Because who delayed all this for years?
Me.
Thankfully, I have kept up with the company over the years, asking about development and updates even as a university student. So, the gap wasn't as bad, and it could still be crammed into several days.
