I quit my job and I am happy. I just couldn't take the abuse anymore. I couldn't take the meth fueled drama. Why should I be mentally beaten everyday because a bunch of people decided to blow out all their neurons?? Take some serotonin or stay home. After some crazy episode that one the managers (soon to be general manager) had on Friday, I decided it was time to go.
You have to remember, I didn't want (or need) this job in the first place. I was flagged down in the parking lot and asked to fill out an application. So I have no qualms about dropping this job. I feel only slightly bad that six or seven other people quit in the last two weeks, but if they didn't treat their employee so badly, their turnover wouldn't be so atrocious.
It's weird, but this is the worst "drug town"I have even seen. I can't wait to get out of here. Also, I need to see more of Nevada. I don't want to judge a whole state based on on crazy, drug addled, racist, and generally ignorant county.
But I am free!!!!! I am happy!!!!
Believe it or not, their are some instance that the money isn't worth it. This is definitely one time that I had to choose my own sanity and happiness over supplemental income.
I hope you all have a good week.
