Well, its 12:35, and it is time for me to go to my job, that I hate. I am sick of working for a Boss that plays on Google Earth while we are busting are butts during dinner service. I am sick of the 2 year old dessert menu that is still around, because the pastry chef cant take his head out of his arse long enough to write a new menu. I am sick of waiting for the promotion I was promised that I could really care less about.
I don’t think I will quit until I have found a New Job. I don’t think I will serioulsy look for a new job, until I Quit. It is a viscous cycle and I am getting stressed out more and more each day. The only thing keeping me away from the “Two Week Notice” is the almost unlimited overtime I can get… We are over-budget on labor cost, but no one cares that I can milk 20 or 30 hours of OT each pay period.
Its 12:45… Now I am going to be late… but no one will care 