The day I quit my second job
I finally did it guys, I quit Victoria's Secret.
It was Sunday and I was fed up with the rude customers and stress of getting my sales up. I kept thinking "if I have one more customer argue with me about what we don't have in stock, I'm going to punch them." But sure enough, it happened. I was furious. I threw my bra tape and walkie on the ground, swiped all the sweatshirts off of a table, climbed up and stood above the crowd and yelled "I QUIT!" And then proceeded to run out the main entrance.
Just kidding. Although I sometimes (no--usually) dreamed of doing that, I handed my manager a short and sweet resignation letter stating that Sunday would be my last day.
Ladies and gentlemen, after a year and a half of busting my ass at two jobs, I am finally down to one. And one that I love. I'm getting promoted but I don't want to get too much into it before it's official (it's like too good to be true and I'm terrified of jinxing it) so of course I quit my second job as soon as I could. Actually, it was my mom who convinced me to quit so soon because they scheduled me three nights in a row and I told her "I'M GOING TO DIE." Now I have time to clean my apartment before she comes this weekend. It probably needs a deep clean at this point. Who's going to mop at 3 am? Not me.
I have time to sleep. Time to cook more. Time to clean. Time to really explore and move forward with my passions. Weekends?! I'm about to discover what those are. Time for brunch. Can I go to the beach on Saturday? Let me check my schedule…oh WAIT, of course I can! Brunch on Sunday? I'm there. Here's to actually living my life like a single 20-something should.
All I have to say is: I DID IT.
For all of you who told me I couldn't: HA.
Never give up.
It was Sunday and I was fed up with the rude customers and stress of getting my sales up. I kept thinking "if I have one more customer argue with me about what we don't have in stock, I'm going to punch them." But sure enough, it happened. I was furious. I threw my bra tape and walkie on the ground, swiped all the sweatshirts off of a table, climbed up and stood above the crowd and yelled "I QUIT!" And then proceeded to run out the main entrance.
Just kidding. Although I sometimes (no--usually) dreamed of doing that, I handed my manager a short and sweet resignation letter stating that Sunday would be my last day.
Ladies and gentlemen, after a year and a half of busting my ass at two jobs, I am finally down to one. And one that I love. I'm getting promoted but I don't want to get too much into it before it's official (it's like too good to be true and I'm terrified of jinxing it) so of course I quit my second job as soon as I could. Actually, it was my mom who convinced me to quit so soon because they scheduled me three nights in a row and I told her "I'M GOING TO DIE." Now I have time to clean my apartment before she comes this weekend. It probably needs a deep clean at this point. Who's going to mop at 3 am? Not me.
I have time to sleep. Time to cook more. Time to clean. Time to really explore and move forward with my passions. Weekends?! I'm about to discover what those are. Time for brunch. Can I go to the beach on Saturday? Let me check my schedule…oh WAIT, of course I can! Brunch on Sunday? I'm there. Here's to actually living my life like a single 20-something should.
All I have to say is: I DID IT.
For all of you who told me I couldn't: HA.
Never give up.
Way to go daughter!
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