My job usually emails me my schedule on Thursday night for the following week (starting Sunday). They sometimes are a little late and get it out on Friday, so when I didn’t get my schedule on Thursday I figured it was coming and drove the hour and a half home for Christmas. Well, I didn’t get it Friday. We were closed on Saturday. I didn’t know if I had to work Sunday or not, but since I hadn’t heard anything I would assume I didn’t and check it out that day. Well, I get a call this morning (Sunday) at 10:45 asking about my shift that started at 10:30. I freaked out, cried, called my mom who yelled at me, and eventually got ready and went to work. I was there by 11:30, checked my schedule only to realize today is the only time I’m scheduled this week. So, I put in my two weeks notice.

(And, okay, I know quitting my job is not necessarily the most proactive thing, but my job has been causing me nothing but unhappiness and they give me so few hours it can hardly be considered lucrative. Now I have everyday to look for a better job because three hour chunks in the middle of every other day aren’t taken out of my life.)

I know that I’m a good worker. I went back to this job because I liked it. I had thought it was a good experience, and I liked the people I worked with. I hate it. My managers throw me around, aren’t nice, and just don’t respect their employees. I sometimes can’t believe the things people put up with just because “that’s the way they are”.. I mean, hello car insurance?

I hate that I’m going through this time in my life where I have to realize people aren’t good and the systems in place are evil and people don’t care and there’s nothing I can do about it.