refusing to be unappreciated

I have had enough. Enough of the unappreciation, enough of the politics, enough of the unnecessary cruelness. I quit my job.

In a matter of moments my managers are going to receive a typed letter explaining why I will not be coming in to work today. They will read exactly why I feel frustrated and unhappy. Does this letter fully express my anger? No; I needed to remain professional, and typing: SHE'S SUCH A BITCH!!! didn't seem appropriate.

Not all jobs are fun. I've washed dishes, worked in more than one food court, and been alone in a frightening and dangerous hotel full of crack heads and prostitutes. This job wasn't very fun either, but a particular manager had it out for me, and after I had politely expressed a few opinions about the morale in the food court, I knew my time was coming to a close. It was clear she wasn't going to let me make it past my probationary period, so I decided to quit rather than be fired.

It kills me to think about how close I've just come to being fired, and I feel awful about leaving a job without any notice. But I did what I had to do, and I just need to keep telling myself that this was not my fault. Certain circumstances here are completely out of my control. I am still a good employee with a great work ethic.

I've been working one day a week at the salon I used to be full-time at, and so I will be working there today. I am not hopeless; I will find a new job. Now its time to start really crossing my fingers that I get the internship downtown. And, hey, being out of a job for a little while won't be that bad... I'll be able to catch up on laundry and cleaning and things.

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