On how I almost quit my job…
It was a weekend not to be remembered.
I worked all weekend: On Friday 1-10 PM ( I missed The Departed last showing). Saturday I worked 1-10 and had to wake up at 6 on Sunday since we were having markdowns. Had to set up the walls and the sale merchandise. As expected, by 4, I was tired. There’s no teamwork over there. So I’m madly screwed.
I lost my weekend.
Columbus day, I had no classes, but needed to be there at 7 only to find out that they were processing shipment right where I was going to be working. They screwed my day and everything I had planned to work on. I don’t think anyone has ever seen me as angry as I was.
I missed the chances of proving myself ( even if it’s in a boring retail shop) and gain more respect.
I’m not known for quitting. The only thing I’ve quit was when I was 15 and couldn’t finish the worst RPG ever, Seventh Saga. And as everything around me was going in circles, I couldn’t help but question many things. Why was I working there? Where was my freedom? How come I’m the only hard worker there? Why did I become the punchbag of people who aren’t capable of doing anything?
At 9:20 AM, I was left with a destroyed store. No new product or mannequins were done yet. I spent my last 3 hours trying to put up things together and determined to quit. However I backed out in the end. Instead of quitting the job and, even if I don’t need the money right now, reject that extra income, I would quit for the day, a holiday. So, I told them how I wasn’t going to finish the 8 hours shift; left at 12:30; spent 30 minutes shopping and ultimately left the store.
Suddenly, as I walked towards home, I realized that if I was ever going to quit (and I mean as of giving up) it wasn’t going to be a silly boring retail job; which I’m overtasked; that happens to have the laziest employees. So if I’m quitting, I’ll quit for something more (or less) important.