I generally don’t like that word if it means that I will loose something that I really like or even love.
The thing is, I’m sure you know, loosing especially people, is one of the hardest experiences you will have in your life.
I found a new job. I’m afraid that I won’t like it. I’m scared – hella scared. But can honestly just hope for the best. The thing is though as I’m writing this, I am waiting for a phone call. From the girl who gave me this current job.
No sorry, not current, ugh okay quick explanation-
My neighbour got me a interview in shop 1. The manager said that the job is mine if the deli manager (the girl) says yes. She said yes. Later the manager along with the owner gave me weekend shifts in shop 2. Then I started college and only work in shop 2 now. Which is a pile of CRAP!
Okay, now that you’re all up to date, me and the girl became real good friends. She liked me, I liked her and we were all a big family. Not to mention those great guys I worked with – MR GENTLEMAN FOR GOD’S SAKE !
I just really don’t want to leave them. But I have to, I have no other choice. If I leave one shop I need to leave the other – there’s no other way out of it.
DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS A WEEK AGO … AND LET ME TELL YA … A WEEK IS A LONG TIME. THINGS CHANGE.
Okay so, as I feared the new job was horrible, so I didn’t take it. I mean, I could smell the dirt. Not, an exagerattion.
Anyway, right after I came back from lisbon (a post all about that traumatic exprience coming soon) I went to give my notice to the good shop(shop 1). I was pretty convinced that I had to leave both.
But boy was I wrong !
The manager of the good shop, we’ll call him Mace Windu, didn’t want me to leave. I wouldn’t say he fought fiercely, but he did fight.
You know the casual, begging on knees, tears in bloodshed eyes, vows to give me a massive promotion.
-Really? Dude You. Are. Pathetic.
Okay, maybe I over exaggerated just a little bit.
But he said he will try and sort out the weekend for me and what most – we made a deal that I will be able to leave immediately when I find a new job. As well as protecting my ass from Vader (the owner of the shop).
So … Yesterday, I handed in my notice for leaving the bad shop. As suspected, Palpatine (the shitty manager), didn’t give a fuck. I mean I even thought he was glad. But that’s about it. Which makes me even more satisfied to go.
And suddenly saying Goodbye turned out to be the best in the world.