I quit my job today and I think I'm still a little shocked by the whole ordeal.
When I woke up this morning I hadn't planned on quitting, but once I got to work I saw that my hours had been cut this week again and on top of that my pay check for the past two weeks was a pathetic $400. This really upset me because I'm trying as hard as I can to save up enough money to get out of here and it seems the harder I try, the less hours I get at work, and the further away my final departure from Daytona seems.
Despite all of this, I still knew I needed some sort of income so just up and quitting would be stupid. I stuck out for a while, but once my manager came in and started acting like a complete ass hole I just couldn't deal with it. I handed him my key and simply said, "I quit". He stood there in disbelief for a few moments as I told him I'd be back in two weeks for my final pay check...then I left. Part of me feels relieved, part of me feels terrified.
Finding a job is going to be a very daunting task. Fortunately I've spent the last few days revising my resume, and since I got home 3 hours ago I've just been sending it to every potential employer I can possibly think of.
For now, maybe I should just relax. My head feels as if it's scattered into a million different places at once. It's as if I'm simultaneously excited about some how being closer to getting out of here and depressed that having quit my job I'm actually putting everything off for what might be another few months.
At least one things for sure, once I get my final pay check, I'll never have to set foot in that ridiculous store...again.
When I woke up this morning I hadn't planned on quitting, but once I got to work I saw that my hours had been cut this week again and on top of that my pay check for the past two weeks was a pathetic $400. This really upset me because I'm trying as hard as I can to save up enough money to get out of here and it seems the harder I try, the less hours I get at work, and the further away my final departure from Daytona seems.
Despite all of this, I still knew I needed some sort of income so just up and quitting would be stupid. I stuck out for a while, but once my manager came in and started acting like a complete ass hole I just couldn't deal with it. I handed him my key and simply said, "I quit". He stood there in disbelief for a few moments as I told him I'd be back in two weeks for my final pay check...then I left. Part of me feels relieved, part of me feels terrified.
Finding a job is going to be a very daunting task. Fortunately I've spent the last few days revising my resume, and since I got home 3 hours ago I've just been sending it to every potential employer I can possibly think of.
For now, maybe I should just relax. My head feels as if it's scattered into a million different places at once. It's as if I'm simultaneously excited about some how being closer to getting out of here and depressed that having quit my job I'm actually putting everything off for what might be another few months.
At least one things for sure, once I get my final pay check, I'll never have to set foot in that ridiculous store...again.
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But, it was quite hilarious when they picketed in front of Twitter HQ and got "picketed" back.
I think there's so much more going on at ComicCon for everyone involved I doubt they'll have any sort of impact. The girls lining up with their Twilight posters caused more of a problem last year.