I've found within myself the resolve to quit my job at Cracker Barrel. I endure continual abuse, not being allowed to eat, drink water, or take restroom breaks on a daily basis, for what? 150-200 bucks a week? And an entire weeks' worth of that going to pay for gasoline to get me there? Pffft.
Since my decision to quit, I feel so much relief. I despise that place, and all the abuses that go with it. I have a freaking college degree. My IQ is over 150. Nobody is going to tell me that I'm not allowed to eat or pee ever again.
I've been saving money from age six. I have enough in my savings account to live at my current level for eight months, well....probably seven, since I'll be needing to buy Christmas gifts. ;) I refuse to believe that my family (or Brooks if it came to that) would genuinely let me starve. Of what am I so terrified?
It's way past time that I took back control of my life.
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ReplyDeleteHoney, I'd fed you every day if you'd let me. You may have to worry about rent or gas (because I don't make enough money to consistently pay for those for any real length of time) but you'll never have to worry about starving.
ReplyDelete(And disregard that first comment. It was the exact same thing as above, but my picture was not properly linked, and that sort of thing bothers me.)
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