I finally did it.
I quit my job today.
After becoming suddenly crabby because I thought I broke the garbage disposal and dishwasher at the same time, the thought of going to work only made it worse. Well I won on all three fronts.
Garbage disposal is fine.. it was a plastic measuring spoon. The spoon however did not survive.
The dishwasher now has water running through it again.
And I after me telling Andy how I felt he told me to put in my two week notice. I said I would think about it.
When I got to work there were no bad emails. But there was a new schedule.
One week I was scheduled days in one week. One day I was supposed to open Sunday. Then next week I was only scheduled Saturday.
Now after seeing that I was %80 I was going to put in my notice.
All I could think is Andy has been putting in 12,13,14 hour days and then I have to work one of the only two days he gets off??? That doesn't make sense!
After how upset I've been about how I've been treated. I decided it was time.
I wrote probably the nicest letter I've ever written- besides letters to my husband. Joy's reaction was actually sad. She was sad offered to give me two consistent days a week, but I declined saying that weekends weren't working. She asked me what day I would like to be my last day and I said the 23rd. She worked it out so I wouldn't have to open the Sunday after.
She even offered to call me in 3-4 months when it starts picking up again to give me my job back. I said I would like that.
This went surprisingly well.
I'm glad I didn't quit when I was so angry.
After becoming suddenly crabby because I thought I broke the garbage disposal and dishwasher at the same time, the thought of going to work only made it worse. Well I won on all three fronts.
Garbage disposal is fine.. it was a plastic measuring spoon. The spoon however did not survive.
The dishwasher now has water running through it again.
And I after me telling Andy how I felt he told me to put in my two week notice. I said I would think about it.
When I got to work there were no bad emails. But there was a new schedule.
One week I was scheduled days in one week. One day I was supposed to open Sunday. Then next week I was only scheduled Saturday.
Now after seeing that I was %80 I was going to put in my notice.
All I could think is Andy has been putting in 12,13,14 hour days and then I have to work one of the only two days he gets off??? That doesn't make sense!
After how upset I've been about how I've been treated. I decided it was time.
I wrote probably the nicest letter I've ever written- besides letters to my husband. Joy's reaction was actually sad. She was sad offered to give me two consistent days a week, but I declined saying that weekends weren't working. She asked me what day I would like to be my last day and I said the 23rd. She worked it out so I wouldn't have to open the Sunday after.
She even offered to call me in 3-4 months when it starts picking up again to give me my job back. I said I would like that.
This went surprisingly well.
I'm glad I didn't quit when I was so angry.