Haters Gonna Hate

Okay, so I know that my quitting my job and deciding to go to school isn't really THAT big of a deal. I mean, who do I think I am?
Well, whatever. I'm very much like the rest of the population in that my favorite thing to talk about is me. So I'm gonna do it. And for whatever reason, you're going to read about it. No one's forcing you. ;)

So about the job thing:
I understand that my job was in no way important or a big deal or any of that. But it took a lot of balls to quit. No notice, no nothin'. Just straight up quit. Sort of like, "Oh yeah? I quit."
HA. Can I tell you guys that I was in the best mood after I quit? For real. It's sad that I let my BS job have that much influence and power over my life, but I did. I had dreams about sandwiches. And not in the good way.
I'm sure a lot of people (or all three of you reading this, whichever) are wondering why exactly I quit. It couldn't have been that bad, right?
As far as coworkers and management and responsibilities go, the job was easy as pie. Seriously. The easiest job I've ever had and ever will have.
But I quit my job because I absolutely could not work there one more day. As I mentioned before, on Friday (my last shift), I looked at my coworkers, my supervisors, and their lives, and I wanted to cry. I tried to explain to my boss that I was stressing about a lot of stuff and that I really didn't know how I could come in the next time I was scheduled, but he laughed. HE LAUGHED. Seriously. And I understand that he's under a lot of stress himself, but when one of your employees tells you something like that, common sense tells you to listen. But whatever. I deserve better, he does too.

I just couldn't. I'd been feeling that way for weeks and I finally just grew a pair and quit. It was selfish, sure. As I've said before, it will probably come back to bite me, but as of right now, I'm the happiest I've been in a while.

The thing that sucks the most about quitting a job after it's taken you like a month to get up the balls to do so is burning bridges. I made a pretty good friend there, but now it doesn't matter. Apparently I'm doing nothing with my life. Well, that's fine.
Feel that way. But know there are a few things that you need to understand before you go calling me out so cleverly.

• I will be something great.
• You're better than Firehouse Subs. Get out of there. Stop being childish and do some actual work. I understand that you're great friends with Matt and it's an easy job and whatever, but christ, are you going to work there forever?
• You don't know what I've been through. How dare you act like you have even the slightest inkling. How dare you.
• You always jump on everyone's dick about their attitude when yours is the one that is hardly tolerable.
  
  So anyway, back to the point of this post: why I quit my job, because I'm sure you're all dying to know. I quit my job because it made me hate myself. I could see myself turning into my mother with every passing day, and if you know anything about my family, that is something I absolutely will not do. I'll be somebody, and it'll be thanks to me.
  
  Oh, one more thing before I end this long-winded, roundabout post: my biggest pet peeve is when someone says I'm "young and dumb." Oh my god, I cannot tell you how mad that makes me. Them's fightin' words. I'm doing more with my life already and I'm years younger than you. I moved away from everything I knew to a new city where I knew one person. I dropped my family, I lost friends, and I came here with nothing. Objectively speaking, I know I'm something great already. Don't tell me I'm not.
  /rant over
  
  Until next time,
  Halley