I’m so sick of work. I’m still not getting paid my manager pay, so I’m basically closing for what hourly rate I do now. And I realized something tonight: it’s not worth it at all. I’m better off driving. I make more money, I’m happier, and I just don’t get pissed off when things go bad at work. So I’m done. I’m not going to do the management thing anymore. I’m not going to work for a company for peanuts. I’m not going to be the savior with the assistant manager quits in a week. It’s not my job anymore.
There’s a reason why the turnover on managers is so bad at work. They just don’t pay enough to make up for the stress. I mean hell, we paid our shifts starting out at a dollar more per hour, and then another dollar raise after six months. Even at just a dollar more per hour, thats an extra $2,000 in someone’s pocket. At $9 per hour, thats an extra $4,000.
So I’m done. Tomorrow, I’m going to go in a tell Kent it’s off. I’m looking for a new job too. Hell, maybe I’ll deliver pizzas at night, and work somewhere else during the day. I don’t know anymore. But I know, I’m twenty-three-fucking years old, and I have nothing to show for it. It’s time to bust ass and get in gear. And my future doesn’t lie with making pizzas. I have something better planned.
It’s time to get back in school, get my ass straightened out, and grind. It’s time to become something. It’s time to change.
Good for you! You are way too smart for all that. Get looking for a decent job – use the college hours you have and check with schools for entry jobs that will give you benefits and a chance to get that degree completed! Take Danyale with you! Rock the world, Sonshine!