I'm Quitting.
That's what I'm doing. Quitting. My job. Which makes me sooo mad. But... I guess I should start at the beginning, huh?



As you, esteemed flist know, I started college on 15/10 and managed to get my timetable fixed in a way that would leave me with free Fridays. My goal was to use those Fridays to work through all my homework of the week.

Then, I decided what the hell, some money would be nice and went in search of a job. I found the perfect one at a drug store right around the corner. Fridays and Saturdays until the end of January. Three months of work and about 1000 bucks. Hell, yes.

So, I started at the beginning of November and everything was fine. Nice work, semi nice people. Yay. They even said I did a good job. Today, the boss bitch and the deputy bitch asked me into the office where I remarked that they had given me the Thursday afternoon shift, which I can't work because I'm at school.

Boss bitch told me I should have told her earlier. I told her I only noticed today at breakfast and I thoguht we'd agreed on Fri/Sat only. She said she'd change it. Then she said she had 'problems' with me.

Prob #1, she, quote, "Had yet to hear me say hello or goodbye to her." What the hell? I've been working there for a month and I met her three times. Two of which she was on the phone. So no, I didn't say hello. She was busy being on holiday.

Prob #2, I didn't say goodbye to my coworkers when I left. Well, bitch, when there's no-one around who gives a shit I say by to the cashier and leave. Buhuh.

Prob #3, my work lat Saturday (Cleaning up the shelves) was so bad that the shop looked wrose than it had ever before. She had to have someone clean up after me on Monday.

My shift on Saturday ended at two, five hours before the shop closes and anyway, I kept an eye out today and guess what, no-one does the job any different than I do. Besides, nothing was wrong with my work two weeks ago and when I asked what in particular I did wrong, she didn't have an answer. So there.

Next, she asks me what that "thing" on my arms is. I say neurodermatitis. She say I'm not allowed to roll up my sleeves or wear short sleeved shirts because, quote, "This is a beauty-shop and the customer find this disturbing." Okay. Wow. Alright. Bitch.

I kinda wanted to kick her in the face when deputy bitch told me I wasn't allowed to bend down anymore because it didn't look pretty. The bitch took offense of my ass, for Christ's sake! Aren't there laws agaisnt that?

They spent the rest of the day making my life hell by giving me an hour to clean up half the shop and nice stuff like that. I swallowed it all like the good little girl I am and stayed polite and did what they asked.

Then I went home to rant and rave and an hour ago I looked at my shifts for December and find that boss bitch gave me three Tuesday and Wednesday shifts. And that's it. I told her. I gave it o her in writing. I told her again. Thirty minutes later she gave me my overworked plan and that's the result.

So, I'm going there tomorrow and letting them do their thing. And next Friday, I'm handing in my Goodbye. I'm allowed to have limits.

Besides, that way I can get my paper for German done early so I can do my internship this spring and get it out of the way. And, Jesus, I love school. Since I lost all subjects I didn't like and someone's finally challenging me and teaching me new stuff, I'm in heaven. Linguistics totally rocks my boat and for the first time fince primary school, I look forward to being allowed to learn something. Which is...good. Great, actually.

Die Hard 4.0 rocks, too.

So this is the end of my rant.

I'm quitting. And I'm feeling damn good about it.