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Beating A Dark Horse

Well, I've done it. I've quit the Dark Horse Tavern. I didn't go in today. The busiest night of the week for the kitchen there, and I just didn't go. I told them last night that I quit...that I was just going to work out my shift and that would be the end of it...but they didn't believe me. I almost went in today...because I felt bad that I'd be bailing on them at the worst possible time...but Dan came over with some beer so I drank so that even if my conscience got to me I wouldn't be able to work.
Fuck them. I don't owe them anything. I was tearing myself and my home life up going the extra mile for them and all they did to return the favor was give me empty words and a heavier work load. I was never late. I never laid out of work. I do a pretty good job in the kitchen and I'm a good closer. There wasn't anything they could bitch about me and I didn't hesitate or complain when they needed someone to step up to cover for the decrease in manpower. That's what they lost by dicking with me. I may not be the best cook in the world, but I was fucking reliable and that isn't easy to find.

On the other hand, what do I lose by leaving? I can snap my fingers and get my job as a baker back at Einsteins. So, I'm not losing a job so much as making myself available for other things.