I quit….
I have despised my job for long enough. It’s time to cut my losses and reclaim my dignity. So, this morning, I failed to report to work. As far as I’m concerned, Staples can kiss my ass. Now don’t get me wrong; I met quite a few good people, and there were some quite enjoyable days, but the bad far outnumbered the good.
I should have known that things weren’t going to be good for me there when they sent me out onto the sales floor that first day. There was a spot inspection going on, and the store was swamped with customers. There was no possible way for me to hang back and learn from the more seasoned associates, either. In all honesty, I must have looked like a dear in headlights every time someone asked me a question.
The words "What am I doing here?" kept echoing through my mind, over and over….
But I atoned for that mistake of 3 months ago this morning. My body and my mind finally agreed that it was no longer worth the aggravation day after day. They both agreed that this morning, I just wouldn’t get out of bed. I must have lied there for close to two hours, thinking over this decision…was it right? Am I sure I can afford to do this? My answers were "yes", and "no, but I have to".
But now, for the first time in months, I have a new sense of purpose…and hope that I might still be able to do something useful with my life. This is the day I take control of my destiny. I think I’ll call this my birthday present to myself. So what if it’s five days early…I deserve it, don’t I?
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