That’s when it all started. With a text message.
One of my assistant managers, the newest one that I’ve had for less than a week that was supposed to be saving me from a lifetime of 60 hour work weeks, sent me a text message.
Saying that he was quitting.
This goddamn fool quit his job over FUCKING TEXT MESSAGE.
That’s what started it all. Not that I wasn’t looking for an excuse.
I work too much. I pulled my time cards. 10 weeks straight I’ve worked more, MUCH more than 40 hours.
Did I mention I’ve only been with the company since the middle of April?
And these aren’t work weeks at just 41 or 42 hours. I’m talking at most, one week I logged 57.77 hours.
After my initial shock, I called my boss, told her we were gonna need some help at my location because me and my 1st assistant manager (whom I adore) can’t keep working the way that we have, 12 hour days, 7 days a week. Her response?
Pretty much that it was my job as the boss to deal with it, to be the one working the overtime.
BITCH ARE YOU HIGH?!?!??!!?
I literally bit my tongue to keep that phrase from marching through the phone. Bit it hard enough to make it bleed. I ran my fingers through my hair, my gorgeous hair that is falling out from malnutrition and stress. I rubbed my eyes, one of which has a knot big enough on it to slightly obstruct my vision that I don’t have time to go get checked. I ran my fingers over my skin, my beautiful, clear skin that I am so vain about which is now a lovely grayish color, marred with pimples and too many different shades to name. I looked in the mirror at myself. No makeup, under eye circles so dark I look like I’ve been punched. Red eyes. I can see where my face is getting pudgy from putting on weight. My eyes look sunken. My skin a strange color. I look sick.
And I am.
So I wrote a letter.
The best resignation/fuck you letter ever.
After I clicked send, I felt instantly lighter.
So this is the first step. The next one is unclear, but I’m moving.
Today I quit my job. With absolutely no backup plan.
Sometimes you gotta jump out the window for crazy.