And this section, is for Alicia:
I can't wait to watch The Ghost and Mr. Chicken with you.
"CALM?!!! You want me to be CALM?!!! Do CALM and MURDER go TOGETHER?!!! MURDER and CALM?!!! MURDER?!!!"
I'm saying goodbye. My aunt Trina told me I should just tell them, "Take this JOB and SHOVE IT!!!"
But, for the sake of maintaining dignity, I'll stick with the traditional 2-weeks' notice and leave on good terms. For the most part, I've enjoyed the job. Heaven knows my blog is all the richer for it. My last day will be Friday the 18th.
There are a few things I'm not sad to leave. I felt sort of manipulated. I was always told I was one of their best cashiers. They worked me a lot -depended on me, and expected real commitment from me. I was their top candidate for a promotion to COS (check-out supervisor). And yet, I was never rewarded. I requested to be moved to full-time, and what happened? Nothing. I still worked 38 to 39 hours a week, and went without benefits. Yesterday my supervisor called me at 6:30am and asked if I could come in 2 hours early for her. I should've requested benefits. Instead, once I got to work, I layed my verbal "I'm quitting" notice on her. She just stared at me silently for about 20 awkward seconds.
I'm sure she'll recover once she's found someone else to use shamelessly.
And so today, this Independence Day, I feel my freedom with added vigor. I stood up and told them what I was going to do, and there was nothing they could do but stare in silence.
Sorry, suckas. You had it coming.