"Honestly, I'm probably not going to stay here." I paused for a moment trying to think of out all my nine reasons I plan on quitting which one is the best to use. "I would never see Kevin. He works the day shift and I work the night shift; I would only see him a few hours each day, only in the morning and bedtime."
"Just like Jo (his girlfriend, the assistant manger) and I." He said casually, like it was no big deal not to see your spouse only a few hours each day. "Well, I just wanted to ask so I could start planning." Then he walked away. I could feel his disappointment that I wasn't staying.
My heart was pounding during this entire conversation. I didn't want to tell him I was quitting just yet. I wasn't sure what his reaction was gonna be, which was mainly what I was afraid of. When he asked me if I planned on quitting or not, I wanted to take the easy road out and just tell him that I hadn't really thought of it yet, only I had and I didn't want to lie either. The thing is sometimes it's better to get the hard questions answered sooner then later. Eventually I would have had to answer that question anyways, so there wasn't much point of lying and prolonging his curiosity.
I mentioned I have nine reasons I plan on quitting, here they are:
- It will save gas money.
I will be living around thirty miles away from my workplace. Not only will it save me gas money, but it will save my dad and brother gas money. They come up every night I close so it costs them as well.
- It will save my sister (the manger) money.
My sister buys $6 of lottery for my dad every time I close. I close five days a week. That's $30 a week. $1,560 a year! That's a lot of money to waste on lottery...
- It will give my dad and brother more free time.
If I didn't close they would have 6.15 hours more of free time a week.
- I would never get to see Kevin.
I work the evening shift, he works the day shift. I work 1:00- 9:15, he works 8:00-5:30ish. I wouldn't get home until 9:45, so bedtime would literally be the only time we'd see each other.
- I hate driving in snow.
I don't mind the five miles I have to drive now, but thirty miles in the snow? I don't think so! I wouldn't be able to call in either. My sister (the manger) made an agreement with our boss since she lives thirty miles away that she will never have to drive in the snow. He freaks out every winter and calls her “unreliable” and makes her drive in the snow anyways. That's not gonna be me.
- I want to see what else is out there.
Maybe this is a dumb reason, but I want to see what it's like to be a bank teller, hotel receptionist, secretary, or something different from a cashier at a grocery store at least. Right now the possibilities are endless.
- I want to make more money. I'll need to make more money. Right now I'm living at my parents, so I have very few bills, but
once I move I'll have a lot of bills so I'll need to make more.
- More hours. In the winter I get about 36 hours. In the summer I get about 38 hours. He freaks out if I get any overtime. I love overtime.
- Working Sundays. I hate working Sundays, here lately I've been working two Sundays a month. I know that isn't that bad, but to me, Sunday should be a day of rest. I am hoping to find a job where I won't have to work any Sundays.
Don't get me wrong there are reasons I should stay as well, but staying is not an option. The reasons I should quit out weighs the reasons why I should stay. I'm gonna miss it a lot, I'm gonna miss working with my two amazing sisters, I'm gonna miss all my customers, I'm gonna miss my co-worker Ash. I know they will miss me too. It really will be sad to go, but I'm excited to see where this new chapter in my life is gonna take me.
04-06-2015
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