kyki

Last night was fucked up. It just sucked the energy (more) out of me. I'm so exhausted already. I don't want to be in my job anymore. I am tempted to look for a job while I'm in Virginia. I just need to pay off my debts and this job isn't helping and I'm miserable. I like the people but it's not a good fit for me. I can't do as well as I normally would. I think it's the cameras. I'm not sure but I just feel like killing myself (practically but not to a true suicidal extent) every time I have to leave for work and when I'm done with work.

How could they not find someone else to cover me when I'm fucking mourning? I'm pissed and I feel like they take the business more seriously than peoples lives. I'm not saying your personal life should effect your job. I'm saying deaths in the family or of friends should definitely be more important than me standing behind a counter for hours just because they need someone to make sandwiches. Could they now have been made for that day until later? Or until closing or something? It's just a disrespect. And I put up with it. I told them I could not come in and they said 'you have to but we'll try and make it brief.' I mean that's nice but it is like trumping my pain with the importance of bullshit. I'm not getting paid enough to even pay off my debts so it's not worth it for me anymore.

Please. Tell me I'm not horrible for quitting. I feel horrible because they need people really bad but it's not good for me and I'm miserable and why should that be my responsibility anyway? Shouldn't they be fully staffed so that if this happens, death, they don't have to fuck over the depressed griever? Or am I being totally selfish?