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Guilt and Freedom
I quit my job today. It was only my third day there. I feel guilty, because we sort of need the paycheck, because the company was willing to work with my availability, and because even though I failed the questionnaire, I was hired anyway. I feel like I let a lot of people down.
But on the other hand, I wasn't happy there. Not just "Oh, I don't want to go to work today" not happy, but breaking down crying in the bathroom, getting sick not happy. From the moment I entered the store this morning, all I could think about was how much I didn't want to be there, how much I hated retail, how lousy I was at it, and I even admitted to the GM that I was terrified of actually going on the floor and selling. I just wanted to leave. At one point, I was thinking, "I would rather be doing food service than this." That's how bad it was.
Part of the problem is that, I was retail for four years after graduating college. I hated every minute, but copy center work was sort of close to what I was degreed in, so I could live with it. I know nothing about menswear. And you know what? I really don't want to know more about it than what I need to tell my husband he looks good. I don't want to deal with picky, difficult customers. I don't want to measure men, have my hands on their waitbands and rears to make sure their pants fit right. I don't want to "upsell." I HATE people, hate selling, and I'd much rather be a housewife.
And I think I'm going to start crying again if I keep thinking about it, so I'm going to stop, and maybe go take a nap.
But on the other hand, I wasn't happy there. Not just "Oh, I don't want to go to work today" not happy, but breaking down crying in the bathroom, getting sick not happy. From the moment I entered the store this morning, all I could think about was how much I didn't want to be there, how much I hated retail, how lousy I was at it, and I even admitted to the GM that I was terrified of actually going on the floor and selling. I just wanted to leave. At one point, I was thinking, "I would rather be doing food service than this." That's how bad it was.
Part of the problem is that, I was retail for four years after graduating college. I hated every minute, but copy center work was sort of close to what I was degreed in, so I could live with it. I know nothing about menswear. And you know what? I really don't want to know more about it than what I need to tell my husband he looks good. I don't want to deal with picky, difficult customers. I don't want to measure men, have my hands on their waitbands and rears to make sure their pants fit right. I don't want to "upsell." I HATE people, hate selling, and I'd much rather be a housewife.
And I think I'm going to start crying again if I keep thinking about it, so I'm going to stop, and maybe go take a nap.
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There are always more jobs. They may not be what you want to do, but when push comes to shove, McDonalds is always hiring. It's just a job, it's just money. Some things simply can't be bought.