Tales of a waitress who escaped the restaurant industry and then discovered a desk job kind of blows - so I put the apron back on. And I deliver pizza because getting paid to drive around listening to music is pretty awesome.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Resentment.
I'm going through one of those phases where I can't stand to think of the restaurant once I leave. I know hilarious stuff has happened; I know I've had entry-worthy customers. But I'm just so full of anger and resentment toward the place, and CL, Junior, and Chrissy in particular, that I feel like my brain is just deleting those sectors as soon as I walk out the door. I can't really recall a single specific detail about any of my shifts last week. It's all just a blur of the same faces, the same events, the same actions, over and over. Utter boredom!
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2 comments:
I'm feeling much the same way lately... I've been unbearably bitchy and I don't like it.
The sooner you get out of that place the better, the place isn't even paying you well so you don't even have that small consolation anymore.
Familiarity creates its own problems we get comfortable, stuck in a routine so long we're afraid that if we leave it, we wont be able to cope. But there comes a time when we have to say enough is enough fuck this shit it's ruining my mental well being and quality of life.
At this stage it sounds like that job of yours has hit rock bottom so now the only way is up!
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