My job, that is. My parttime job. I haven’t quit yet, but I plan on it. I have several reasons, and they are in no particular order. One: starting in January, I am going to be a regular person. By this I mean that I won’t be working shifts anymore. I will be on a project for 6 months or so and I will once again have my evenings and weekends free. Admittedly, it is going to be hard to work 5 days in a row again, and only having 2 off at a time, but it sure will be nice not to work 12 hour shifts. I’ll also be losing all my overtime, which is on almost every single paycheque. So financially, it doesn’t make any sense at all to quit my second job when I’m already going to be making less money at my fulltime job. But just the thought of being able to go for drinks after work, or when someone asks me to go on a roadtrip or to a party, I won’t have to check my schedule first and plan a month in advance when I have my next weekend off. Two: Even though I’m saving money on clothes by using my employee discount, I’m spending way more than I normally would just because I have the discount. So I’m not coming out ahead on anything. Three: My feet hurt after every shift. Four: My boss is weird and supreme overlord of retail rules. Five: When I don’t have a real, legit break from work, and have enough chill time by myself, I become unpleasant to be around. Six: Poor Walter is being neglected. Seven: I haven’t been to the gym since I started my second job. I count my second job as my exercise since I’m on my feet all shift. How pathetic is that? Sure, I could always find the time to go, but I’ll refer you back to numbers five and six. I’ve been so unmotivated to go to the gym that all I do when I do have a few free hours is lounge around the house. I can’t even make it outside to take Walter for a walk most of the time.
I may present my manager with the option of letting me work very casually, like maybe a shift or two every couple of weeks, or fill in for a couple hours if someone desperately needs a Saturday afternoon off or something. But even that doesn’t sound very appealing to me. I may just cut and run. Who am I kidding? I’m definitely going to cut and run.