And I'm following through with it, too.
So I'm giving two weeks notice, and I'm officially gone.
That's it.
Done.
Maybe for forever?
Well, no.
No, not HL, you silly geese.
The movie theater.
I'm tired of giving up my spare time to go to work. Sorry, but that's how it is.
Sending a message to Jason tomorrow, spending my last two weeks there, turning in my uniform, picking up my last paycheck and I'm out.
I'm fourteen, and I want to enjoy it.
Tamara even said that I should have as much fun in high school before grade twelve.
Anyway,
yeah.
...
This would be a good time to say something meaningful.
Well, I just remembered buying HL.
Oh, shit.
Too bad...
I don't know how to make a website anyway.
I always enjoyed my job. I was proud to say I worked at a movie theater, made popcorn, all that stuff. It was a good job for me.
...
Crap I'm having second thoughts.
Maybe it's just because of how the weekend's been... Maybe I won't quit...
I'm really torn right now.
The part of me that wants to quit is like,
'Ugh, I hate the uniform and getting dry hands from washing so often, the humility of wearing so many hair clips to keep all may layers back, having to stand for five hours straight, and, mainly, the events (family parties, hanging out with friends, etc.) I miss because of it.'
The part of me that's reluctant...
Well, I liked the income, that was useful. And that the place was pretty lax, except for having to clean 24/7. I'll miss my co-workers, Jason and Nicole, the fun stuff that happens...
And when I think of it, the people and funny stories, mostly, I start to cry, and maybe that's my main doubt. If I feel so strongly about it that I tear up so much, maybe I shouldn't quit. I've worked there since October, and now it's February.
Advice or condolence would be appreciated.
TL;DRs, read it or you don't get to know.