At first I'd written this long sappy post detailing how I'd gotten to this point, but I know you all too well. You don't want to hear it, at least not today.
When I came to Florida, my heart was set on moving up within the station. At the time I was hired on as a reporter/fill-in anchor. I'd prayed that opportunities would come up that would give me a chance to step into a full-time anchor role. They did. I was passed over every single time.
At this point, between divorce, custody battles, financial difficulties, everything had fallen apart, and now my job too. To say I was frustrated, would be an understatement. I'd moved 1,300 miles away to watch my life crash and burn before my eyes.