Because, You Want a Job That Makes You Smile.....
I am probably going to regret this sooner or later, but I quiet my job of 2 and a half years at Wendy's a few hours ago. I had transfered from the location I started out with to the one I just left a few months ago due to my manager there being an incompetent, pampered housewife. At my new location my manager's would berate the new help for not picking up something as quick as they wanted to, which I'm sure gave the new employees that "I really look forward to going to work today" attitude. Every time I left that place I always felt negative, my coworkers would act like everything was a horrible injustice to them, and wanted you to do your job with as much seriousness as a neurosurgeon while they tried to do the bare minimum of their own. Today though I had to open the sandwich line, since the girl who usually does it wasn't in till much later. I usually do salads, I know what I need to do to open the sandwich station, but I don't have the days upon days of practice to perfect my time managing. So when it was getting to be 10 minutes after my expected time limit, everyone was getting pissed, and letting me know about it. I finished up what I had to do, went on break, and well, didn't go back. Quieting a job seems to be the only control I get to exercise in my life nowadays, and to say that I am not going to be treated like crap for $7.00 an hour with no insurance and not enough of the hours I need in order to pay for school helps me maintain the small threads of dignity I get to have. Maybe its being snobbish that I constantly thought of my time at Wendy's as the means for me to pay for college, which would sooner or later bring me to my ultimate goal as a teacher, but making fast food as your career should not be on one's list of things to do. My mind has better things to do then to remember what goes on a chicken BLT salad, and I'm sure I am really helping the world by encouraging someone to biggie size their meal >.>. I know that being a teacher is going to make me feel like taking a gun to my head and ending it all somedays, but at the end of the day I will still be able to say that even though I don't get paid as much as I should, or am not given the level of respect that I deserve, that I still am doing something that I can be proud of. I still have my job at Sears, and I am told that places are hiring for the morning, which is exactly what I need. Well, time to go look for another job. "Sigh" yay for the never ending cycle of selling yourself by the hour so you can maintain your quality of life.