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I'm about 9 hours away from handing in my weeks notice for what is most likely one of the 10 worst jobs it's possible to get in this country and perhaps continent. Mimimum wage is nowhere near enough to compensate for the amount of crap you have to put up with and the sheer amount of work you have to do. One of my shifts nearly caused me to have a panic attack after an immense fuck-up by management saw me on clean-up crew for the full 10 hours of my shift, which has achieved almost legendary status among the rest of the staff who will complain after having to do it for a single hour. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the way people look at you and treat you like shit just because you're cleaning up the mess they made. Being physically abused by several "guests" as we have to call them didn't really help either...
The rest of my experience there has been one 10 hour shift after another with at least 4 out of every 5 ending past midnight. It hasn't all been bad I guess, I've met a few really cool people there but we never really meet outside of work because the work stops us. Most of them say that they don't have many friends left outside of work due to the hours and the main reason I'm quitting really is that I can feel that happening. It's not even just the hours that do it. The more I work there, the more moody I feel when I'm not and the more I spend my free time alone.
A few rather special moments have made me realise that I need to do something to keep in contact with old friends instead of just moping around about it including yet another example of how Corinne is the greatest friend anyone could ever have and how I've done absolutely nothing to deserve anything she does for me.