April 1, 2012

• I am a huge-normous dick

  I quit my job today, and to make the long story as to why short…is the simple fact that I can’t handle it anymore. A full-time college student waking up at 4 am every weekend to go to work at 5 is pretty ridiculous. I could name the many a$$holes that I’ve encountered and saw every weekend that pushed me over the edge, but this would just turn into an endless blog.

  I didn’t give my former job a two week notice like I’m supposed to, I simply wrote them a note, folded it, and taped it to my manager’s door. Nothing was said to anyone, and I just made my exit as quiet as possible. I feel a little bad for not giving them any notice, but it’s time to make decisions for myself. I always do what I’m told, and I never do the “crazy” and “wild” things that I want. I feel myself becoming bitter, not just with my newly former job, but with everyone.

  I’m not going to blame everyone, say it’s their fault for making me bitter. It’s not their fault, it’s mine. I mean sure, a lot of things contributed to my blackening heart, but it’s my fault for putting up with it. I guess that’s why a part of me doesn’t really care for giving my former job a short notice…but what I’ve learned from just living is that no matter how much things suck, life will go on, so get the hell over it.

  I’ve started to care about people less, and quite frankly It’s kind of scary to think about. People see me, and just want to believe I’m the most innocent caring person in the world. I used to be. Now, I’m just angry all the time. I’m tired of having cared so much before. It’s not like I ever received genuine care before, and for those reading this that know me..don’t try to say anything, any moron could tell what genuine caring feels like. I’m tired of doing people favors when they don’t ask me to do anything, yet I expect gratitude. That’s why now, when people tell me bad news, I don’t care. I really don’t care how you can’t see your signifcant other, I don’t care that your home life makes you miserable, I don’t care that you’re not doing well in school, I don’t care your job makes you miserable. Get over it. Quite honestly, if these things are so horrible, you would do something about it…so unless you have something real to complain about, don’t come to me.

  

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