Picking up where I left off…
On Saturday, June 26 I quit my first job. It wasn’t a difficult decision. Honestly the thought had been brewing in my mind since my first day. There were too many signs that it wasn’t the job for me. I worked my last shift (12 flippin’ hours) and came in the next day to quit. I had hoped it would be a more, I don’t know… intimate experience? Well no. I walked in asked the manager if I could speak to her, she walked 2 steps from the register asked what I needed and when I told her all she had to say was, “well good luck”. Then she proceeded to grab the server schedule and scratched my name out. I walked out feeling, a little deflated but better off. While I admit I probably should have given 2 weeks notice, I knew that I wouldn’t last another two weeks there. I was honest, but I didn’t bash her management style. I was gracious and thanked her for the opportunity. I don’t feel bad about it; I just wish it had gone a little differently. Thankfully karma, fate, or whatever must be on my side because the day I made the decision to quit was also the day I got some of the best news I’ve ever gotten.
I got into the Honors Academy at my school! This means a full tuition scholarship for the 2010-2011 school year. It doesn’t cover books, but I can figure that out. If that doesn’t scream it’s okay to quit, I don’t know what does. My best friend got the same scholarship, too. I really have her to thank for this. Without her, I wouldn’t be where I am today in terms of school. We got into this whole community college thing together, and even in its roughest moments we’ve made it through together. I was at work when she texted me her good news.
When I got off I called my house to ask if there was any mail for me. The response? A big envelope. I cried the entire way home. Opening the letter and reading it after a hellish day at the restaurant somehow made it mean more. I’ve had a rough few years. I threw myself into school this year, something I wasn’t sure I could do and it paid off. I’m not ashamed to say that I’m proud of myself. It may not have been the path I wanted, the traditional route, but I’m here and I’m doing well.
Now it’s all about what’s next. Finding another part time job. Picking a major. Continuing to grow.