Is this page of paper white?

I got out of the office at lunch for a walk in the sun, and guess who I ran into? A blast from the past, f-list: Jenny/NA from my old work. And didn't I get all the goss? Half an hour's worth of it. "Sorry, sorry," she said at one point, "I just need to vent and I know you understand."

The general gist was that things are Not Good. Even taking Jenny's melodramatics with a pinch of salt, it doesn't sound happy. "Do think you did the right thing?" she asked. "Do you regret leaving?"

No. Yes. Maybe. A bit? But not really.