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Today I was about in tears with the stress work gives me. It's not getting breaks, and constantly being yelled at. I'm covering so many shifts, and all my effort goes unnoticed.
I cried to my dad about it, during break. Then I realized I'm almost eighteen. I don't need to be stressed out over this one job. I told Don I was quitting, and I stood there with him explaining how he appreciates me. I had to hold back from saying, "Okay, sorry. Let me clock back in." I bit my bottom lip, said I had made up my mind, and clocked out. My clock out paper got stuck, so I didn't have quite the dramatic exit I wanted.
I cried to my dad about it, during break. Then I realized I'm almost eighteen. I don't need to be stressed out over this one job. I told Don I was quitting, and I stood there with him explaining how he appreciates me. I had to hold back from saying, "Okay, sorry. Let me clock back in." I bit my bottom lip, said I had made up my mind, and clocked out. My clock out paper got stuck, so I didn't have quite the dramatic exit I wanted.