“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” — Andy Warhol
I am the kind of girl who lays her head on a pillow and is fast asleep moments later. Restless nights are not something I am used to.
I have been uncharacteristically unhappy for weeks, maybe even months.
I hate getting out of bed in the morning knowing I have to walk through the employee entrance and spend 8 stifling hours at work. If we can even call it work.
It’s more like a high school locker room with folks twice my age catching up on yesterday’s gossip. And old ladies who have worked their since before I was born that feel the need to lie, cheat, and steal just to earn an extra dime on their paychecks.
Nah, I am not okay with that. My beliefs on integrity and respect isn’t mutually shared among my co-workers.
I suppose commission based pay can do that to a person, but it’s not worth it to me.
The real unhappiness doesn’t even being there. It began when I was no long able to work around school. I was being forced to go to school around work. My work schedule would never match up with my actual availability. Swapping shifts with co-workers became increasingly difficult, and soon I went from working 40 hours a week to 24 hours. Mangers were no help and told me that sales and profit come first.
It’s taken me a long time to get where I am in my academic career and I can’t give that up. Especially not for this job.
I’ve cried, I’ve lost sleep, I’ve lost out on money, but I’ve thought about it, and I’ve made my decision.
Yesterday I submitted my letter of resignation, thanked the company for the opportunity to work there, and announced my last date of employment as Saturday, May 26th.
Last night I slept like a baby. I felt free. The burden of that job was lifted off my shoulders.
I am not sure where I will be working come Monday, May 28th. I have some job applications out there, but I am not stressed out about it. I am confident that everything will work itself out, and I will end up where I should be once all the dust settles.
Nine years ago today I graduated high school, and it has taken me this long to realize the importance of my college education. I won’t let a mediocre job get in the way of that, especially one that I don’t intend to make a career out of.
I am changing things.