| Current mood: |  sad |
I quit my stupid job on Thursday. I called Robert and told him that I wouldn't be coming to work anymore. He asked for the apron and some piece of cloth that I was supposed to have gotten but never did. I couldn't believe that I had to do all that work all by myself after closing the place. My face was sweating. That is why I felt so mad. Nobody helped me .. specially Gloria. She would just sit there and drink a margarita while I would sweat my butt off. That's exploitation. How can Robert be so happy at the expense of others. I hate his brother. His brother is a heartless asshole. I went to say good bye to my coworkers in the kitchen. I told them why I was leaving and one of them told me that she was going to quit that same night too. I was so glad to hear that. I really hope she quit .. cause that's two people quitting the same week. That should show them how sad it is to work at that place. I am about to quit babysitting too. Jim thinks he's doing me a favor with the amount of money he pays me. It is ridiculous. Everyone wants free labor. Nobody wants to pay. I was so sad the night that I worked for Jim for 11 hours cause what he paid me was not even minimum wage. Then I think of all the hours I put in with Robert and of all the days that I closed. I think of the smell of my hair after coming home from work and it makes me just want to cry. All my dad ever does is tell me all these stories about how he struggled with so much stuff and of other people who went through stuff but my life is different. I do not care to hear about the tragedies of other people. That doesn't do anything for me. Nothing about people interests me. I'm gonna go buy some pillow cases and yarn tomorrow, to entertain myself with something. Maybe that way I won't feel so sad.
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