I wish I could find a ******* job that doesn't make me want to tear my hair out. the last one had too many openly Christian people. It made me go crazy, I could never understand half of what my manager said (her accent was very very heavy), they had me do things out of my job description, and they gave me too many hours.
Then I got sleep deprived for too many days, got a vision to quit my job and move around the country, so when they asked me to work for the one day i thought I might be able to sleep all day, I was demoralized.
Literally, an hour before closing the night before I was told "oh you gotta work tommorow" as I saw her sneakily write in the schedule we all get to see.
I worked that next day, and I only had 4 hours of sleep that night at most, having none the two previous nights at all. I got so screwed up because of that vision and a bunch of other thougths and anxiety. Then she told me I did a **** job that day, and trying to explain since the next day was a weekday I really needed it off to figure out if I was moving, and she wouldn't give it me.
I couldn't tell her I got a vision to move... she wouldn't take that. So I quit that ****** job and she tried to force me to finish closing up that night with "you wont get your tip!"
****, i was a busboy, I didn't need that dirt-cheap **** tip. I was sick of it, and sick of them throwing 50 hours a week on me when I applied for part-time. The only full time busboy was leaving in a week or two to move back to his home, and the head busboy was in school so he couldn't be full time. They knew I wasn't in school, and I knew that even though i was only working there for 3 weeks I was the ONLY choice they would have for a full time busboy.
The hours would kill me, 12 hour work days on weekdays, more-so for the hecktic weekends, it would come out to 60 hours a week, I knew they would ask me.
Add the anxiety then of being the busboy in charge basically when my head guy wasnt around... and I would have to teach the new busboys they kept trying to hire... I was only working there for 3 weeks. Perhaps I jumped to conclusions, but i didn't give a ****. I had a vision, I was sleep deprived, I needed that day off. I don't know , I was anxious, confused, frustrated.
And then I just decided with all these factors, to just ******* quit. And I still kind of regret that.
See guys? This is why I have no job. You can call me lazy, but those are my reasons, and now I'm scrambling to find a job before winter, before people around town don't need their lawns mown or other outside work. I love working outside, but no. I can't find that. The last place I looked at wanted a year experience JUST TO RUN A CASH REGISTER. If I find a job that i can both do and somewhat enjoy, I'd take that in a heartbeat, but don't think for a second that I'm lazy; I love to bale hay, and work with my hands, REAL work, manual labor, but I can't find that. All I can find is working with food for fat *** Americans who eat burgers when they are not sitting in their stupid office all day not doing real physical work.
You want to know what the problem is? It's the depression we are in, mental illness (like with me), and stupid rich people pushing this perception. As many signs say "the unemployed need not apply", as if we are somehow lazy in this place where they are looking for over-qualified people already in another job... it's insane.